I just bought a ten-pack of tickets this season since I've only managed twelve or so ski days for each of the last few years. So I am not about to use one of them on the second day of the season when it's so frickin' cold. Texts from H: At 7:37 a.m. - "Albion Day Lodge. It's 9 F." At a little after 11 a.m.: "Stopping in Watson's to warm up." H almost never has to warm up.
There wasn't any new snow - although these frigid temperatures are certainly helping to preserve it - but Alta did get the Supreme lift opened to spread folks around some. H rode up with a patroller on one chair ride and learned that they'd really only started roping things off on Monday. Takes a while to cover all that terrain.
H skied until 1 p.m. and then headed back down canyon, rejoining Milton and me. We had had a productive day down in the valley ourselves: a 4ish mile walk; dealing with all kinds of laundry; prepping and freezing produce (sauteed celery and onions for future soups; roasted butternut squash cubes); making a batch of spicy black beans in the Instant-pot and a double batch of soy curl jerky in the dehydrator; and trying out a new recipe for dinner - homemade wontons in chili-scallion broth (delicious but a lot of work).
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