one and done

Aaaaaand just like that, it's snowing again.  Those gorgeous, clear, sunny skies clouded right over Saturday night and by Sunday morning, there was a dusting of snow on the ground.  Alta's high was forecasted to be around 11 F, with negative windchills; that, plus no sun meant no skiing for me.  H was undeterred, of course, riding a SRO ski bus up Little Cottonwood Canyon, arriving at Albion day lodge at five minutes until 8 a.m.  It was definitely a little colder, he reported, without the benefit of the sun, but although it was cloudy, it was a weird, bright sort of cloudiness, with sunless shadows (no flat light) and hardly any snowfall.  He skied straight through until catching the 1:39 bus down the canyon: no new snow on the canyon road at all until about halfway down.

Funky light 

Meanwhile, down at the SLC level, it snowed literally all day (temperatures hovering in the low 20s) but total accumulation wasn't more than an inch.  Defintely a weird storm.  Milton and I walked through Dimple Dell, where the only people out were two unhappy looking trail runners and numerous dog walkers.  Dogs gotta walk, no matter the weather!  We also saw a big coyote who paused on the trail long enough to check us out, and then disappeared down into a gully.  Back at home, there was vacuuming and laundry to be done; soups to be made (split pea and a multi-bean); and chocolate chip cookies to bake.  Nothing like a gray, snowy-ish day to get things done.