It's been a weekend storm cycle all winter, it seems, and this last weekend was no different. Friday was a miserable day down in the valley: windy (it had been terribly windy all week, yuck) and a lot of rain, continuing into the night. This meant snow up at elevation. Luckily the canyon road never closed and so while H's bus was standing room only, he managed to get on it; and although traffic up the canyon was a red snake of taillights, they made slow but steady progress, getting up to Alta about a half hour later than usual.
It was yet another day that A wouldn't have liked. It was 6 F when H started skiing and 11 F when he finished at 2, flurrying all day with dark, flat light. The snow was nice and soft but it was stupid-crowded, taking 34 minutes to get through the singles line for his first chair of the day. He switched to the Supreme chair which was okay for a run or two, but by 10:15 all the corrals at all the lifts were overflowing. And there were the usual dingdongs to contend with in the singles lines: folks who tried to ride up together, folks allowing cuts in line, folks just not paying attention when it was their turn. You would think that anyone who is a good enough skier to ski at Alta would have at least a clue as to how to navigate the lift lines. You'd be wrong.
Meanwhile, Milton and A did their usual Dimple Dell loop, although it took longer than usual because there were so many dogs to stop and meet: Betty, Loki, Grover, Lily, Dusty, Angus (cutest corgi), Arlo, Lucy and Annie. Not the most productive day in the house - marinated some tempeh for meal prep, made sweet cashew cream and a chocolate pudding cake, tofu scramble for dinner - but I did finish a library book and walk to the library for more. Some days it's okay to just curl up with a cup of tea and a good book.
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