definitely spring skiing this time

The weekend rolled around and spring was definitely in the air.  H skied solo on Saturday, the last day for the ski bus (which is so stupid - I mean, why not run it Sunday too?).  When he came back, he was all, "You should have gone."  To which I pointed out, I'm going tomorrow [Sunday] ... and who's smart?  Me, because Sunday was even nicer - sunnier, warmer, less windy - than Saturday.

Words to live by, compliments of the

Goldminer's Daughter's door

Because we didn't have to catch an early bus, Sunday felt decadent: I slept in until after 6:30!  As we drove up to Alta, there wasn't much traffic on the road.  We pulled into Wildcat base and were directed to a very nice parking spot by the parking lot guys.  We changed our boots in the locker room (no word yet on whether we'll be able to sublet the locker again next year) and slathered on more sunscreen.

Yet another Supreme chair selfie

As I had done on Thursday, and H had done on Saturday, we started on the Sugarloaf chair, following the sun around as it warmed and softened the snow.  Extrovert got really good and the little Razorback pitch was fantastic, although you can only make about three turns before it's over.  A lot of terrain was closed (like Saturday, unlike Thursday): Devil's Castle, the Backside, Catherine's Area, Supreme Bowl, East Castle.

#nofilter on that sky

We moved to the Supreme chair next, doing laps, seeking the sun.  It never got busy enough that we had to wait in line and we almost always had the chairs to ourselves.  

Dang good parking spot

When we moved over to the front side, the wiggle in the Ballroom was deep and fast, and we could see people getting launched - sometimes intentionally, sometimes not - from the turns.  I was not at all happy with the top half of the first run down Collins: it was frozen hard and not much fun.  It was much better below the angle station.  We took a ride on Wildcat next; since it's such a slow chair, we figured that would just give more time for the sun to soften things up.  Back to the Collins chair for another but it hadn't softened up much in my opinion and I called it a day.  H did one more run and said that it really was softer that time.  I remained skeptical.

Those wires are tiny battery-powered lights

Since it was the next-to-last ski weekend, and since it was so gorgeous, we had brought a couple of beers for the tailgate.  The Wildcat base parking lot was about 75% full and people were still coming in.  This time of year, most people prefer to come later when it's warmer, softer and the party has started.  As always, it both seems like the ski season has taken forever and gone so fast.  On beautiful days like this one, you wish it could last longer.