And then the Christmas vacationers arrived in-force. At 6:30 a.m. on Saturday morning, H scored one of the last seats on the then-SRO bus up to Alta. They got to Goldminer's Daughter/Wildcat Base area at 7:25, where it was snowing hard; by 9:45, the lifts still weren't open (usually 9:15). The winds had loaded up the snow requiring widespread avalanche control, which meant delays in opening. Plus all the vacationers meant massive lines. By 11:10, only Collins and Wildcat lifts were open and H had only managed to take ONE run. In the clouds and the wind and on the hard snow, and on only one trail (Mambo). So he cut his losses, jumping on the 11:39 a.m. bus. He wasn't the only one calling it quits: he said the locker room was full of locals/regulars packing up and heading out.
Meanwhile, A walked twice with Milton, did some take-home work, food-prepped for Sunday and made vegetable broth, green-chile stew and chocolate cupcakes with peanut butter frosting.
There was some new snow overnight and H's early bus was completely full, SRO, when he got on. "Dang tourists," was his text to me. People were out in line early over an hour before the lifts opened. Still, the lines got super long at Collins - it was almost before they got Sugarloaf open and 1 p.m. for Supreme - and by 10:30, he'd only managed two runs. He fought through it, battling the lines and the hard, wind-packed snow, until the 2:39 p.m. bus. He was rather hungry by the time he got home. The afternoon's quote: "Of the ten days I've skied so far this season, you would have liked none of them."
Meanwhile, A did a long walk with Milton, finished her take-home work, made a date-walnut loaf cake (a little overbaked but yummy when you get a date) and finished the vegan lentil-veg Wellington for dinner (time-consuming but not difficult, and pretty tasty).
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