We did finally get a decent snowstorm, after vacation week when the Christmas vacationers had gone home and H had gone back to work. It was a decent little storm, dropping about two feet at Alta and saturating the valley with rain and about a half inch of snow at our house. When H went up on the bus Saturday, he managed to score a seat, but there were lots more people than of late, everyone drawn by the promise of new snow.
The storm system had moved on out, of course, so he had a bluebird day. And by the time the weekend rolled around, ski patrol had been able to open more runs - big, popular ones, like Challenger (off Supreme) and Extrovert (off Sugarloaf) - which spread the people out a little. H declared it his best day of the season to date.
Sunday was the same but worse: high thin clouds giving way to sun, no new snow, a little fewer people. Ski patrol has been keeping after it, though, and H got into Catherine's Area for a few runs.
Down in the valley, A and Milton did their usual thing: five mile walks in the morning through Dimple Dell, a little cleaning (bathrooms and vacuuming), a little laundry, a little cooking (green chile stew and rosemary navy beans in the InstantPot), a little baking (chocolate chip cookies), a little reading, a little napping. Most of the holiday decorations have been put away but I'm dragging my feet on the white lights because I find them cheerful.
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