foreshortened

Sunday brought about more of the same, only less: no new snow, no crowds, no sunshine, flat light and frozen bumps.  We went up to Alta in the morning and split up since H was on his tele skis again.  He tracked me down at the Supreme chair after about an hour and a half and we decided that we just weren't having that much fun.  It was colder because it was cloudy; we couldn't see what we were skiing on due to the flat light.  So we made our way back to the Wildcat base, loaded our gear in the truck and went back home, where we surprised the sleeping dog who clearly wasn't expecting us back so soon.  There is a storm coming, however, that's promising to drop over a foot in the mountains - hopefully we'll have some powder to play in for next time.