Temperatures were mild, 23-36F, and it was steadily snowing, which meant that it was wet, dense snow: heavy clumps but creamy where untracked. H has fully embraced the telemark thing and has improved vastly this season alone, determined now to up his game off-piste and in deeper snow. I stuck with him (despite our taking the singles lines) and we cruised Collins face and then Sugarloaf all morning. While H was powering through the soft snow, I was having a less successful day. Three things were stacked against me: poor visibility, clumpy snow and boots that are too old/packed out/loose. I can handle two of the three but all three together were throwing me for a loop and I was really struggling. I had decided to go with my Salomons since I knew the snow would bump up and I'd need to be able to turn quickly between that and the tourists, but I was very slow all day.
Beer at Goldminer's Daughter
Lunch was a zoo and it took a long time to find a table, even though we went in on the early side. We moved over to Supreme after lunch and H was actively seeking out soft bumps. He even went into the trees near 3 Bears, which he hasn't really done much on his teles until now; it was a lot of work in the deeper snow but he seemed pleased about it. My legs cried uncle around 2:30 p.m. and we bailed out then, with just enough time to pound a PBR before catching the 3 p.m. bus down-canyon. It was still snowing as we left Alta and we crossed our fingers that the storm would stick around a little longer.