Monday H was back on the full early bus, scoring a seat this time. It was cold, windy, snowing a bit off and on with subpar visibility. Again, there were delayed lift openings as ski patrol worked to clear potential avalanches (the avalanche danger is very high along the Wasatch Front right now, with the wind-driven new snow unstable on top of the old base layer). Again, it was really busy with all the holiday tourists. H took the 2:09 bus down but the drive was snow-covered and quite slow: it took them almost an hour to get to the mouth of the canyon.
Meanwhile: A went back to work.
On New Year's Eve day, the storm system had moved on, leaving bright blue skies and bitter cold in its wake, or as H texted me, "Mostly sunny and cold AF." More specifically, the thermometer at the bottom of the Supreme chair was at 0F for most of the day - brutal. On the plus side, the visibility was quite good and it didn't seem quite as crowded, seeing how most people spent a lot of time in the lodges, trying to warm up. H took the 2:09 bus down (much faster trip with clear roads) and at 4 p.m., he reported his toes still being numb.
Meanwhile: A went to work.
And on the first day of the new year, and the last day before H had to go back to work, it was back to being cloudy and windy with really flat light. Not quite as cold as Tuesday, but with no help from the sun. He noticed that it did seem less crowded: all this past week, the lodge's cafeteria area had been filling up by 7:30 a.m., but not so much so on 1/1/25. When he got home, he declared that of the now thirteen days he's skied, A would have enjoyed none of them.
Meanwhile: A didn't have to go to work, so she and Milton did a 3.25 mile walk, vacuumed, took down Christmas and made black eyed peas, collard greens and cornbread for dinner.
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