blustery

 The mouth of Little Cottonwood Canyon was jammed with traffic again by 7:30 a.m. on Sunday.  This wasn't an issue for H, however, as he'd gotten on the 6:43 (ish) bus and was already at Albion Day Lodge, waiting for them to unlock the doors so he could go in.  Lifts start turning at 9:15 a.m., by the way.  It is insane that people have to get up there so early to avoid sitting in traffic - and he wasn't the only one doing it - but at least he didn't have any difficulty finding a table to sit at.  It was snowing a little but it dissipated as the morning wore on, contrary to the forecast that said it was going to snow all day.  It was quite windy - both up at Alta and down in the valley - so some kind of front is definitely on it's way in.

Superior, looking ominous and moody

That forecast was in large part why I didn't go.  Instead, Milton and I took a couple of long walks, cleaned the house, addressed the laundry situation and made chocolate chip cookies.

Back to skiing.  It was busy again, with some of the usual liftline shenanigans: H said that the Alta lifties were doing a really good job managing the chaos, although at one point the whole Supreme singles line was yelling at the doofus at the front of said singles line, not paying attention and going out when called.

This is the maintenance shed at the 

bottom of the Razorback trail

The snow had set up a little from the day before.  Devil's Castle was still closed and H only saw about four people daring to go in the Backside, so that wasn't any good.  He did attempt a Catherine's Area run, based on how good it had been Saturday, but the snow was stiff, churned up and difficult to turn in.  He found much greater success along the edges of the trails where the snow has been pushed, and flirted with those all day.