one hundred inches

It started snowing again Saturday night for the final push of this very nice storm that ultimately brought 30+ inches to area mountains and bringing Alta to over 100" of snowfall already.  By Sunday morning, we were even getting accumulation at our house in the valley.  Since I have early season legs (and since I'm so slow skiing deep conditions even when my legs are in shape), I sent H up to Alta by himself while Milton and I kept things shoveled out at home. 


H's pass still wasn't working on the ski bus (what up with that, UTA?) but he got up there just fine - better than fine, really, because there was all sorts of new snow and only half the number of people from the day before.  He never once waited in a lift line, each time skiing right onto the chair.

Baldy looming grey and cold

Patrol got a little more terrain open too so he had a great day, skiing Racecourse and Sunspot and generally playing around in West Rustler.  He also did a couple of runs down the steep little pitch under Cecret Lake, then out via a Cabin Run - where he did have to be careful not to get stuck in the creek.

Not Monty, Fitz or Lucy - maybe Tula? 

Enjoying the day regardless

Racecourse

H skied himself tired, with only a quick break for lunchtime fries at Alf's.  He caught the 3 p.m. bus (pass didn't work - driver confirmed that a lot of Alta passes weren't working) and got home just fine, extremely happy to have had such a good early season day on the hill.