ski days (first part)

H takes the week off between Christmas and New Year's to ski.  It's often a zoo up there, with lots of tourists and families here for a ski vacation.  This year is looking very different from last year, however.  This week last year had storm after storm moving in, making it difficult to even get up to the ski resorts.  This year?  So far you don't really need snow tires to get up there.  (Yes, you do.  Be safe.  And you'll need parking reservations if you drive yourself.)

On Wednesday, it was a bluebird day, in the 20s but chilly in the shade.  The morning ski bus was standing room only but not sardine-packed.  There was no one at Goldminer's Daughter so H just stayed there until the lifts opened.  He scored one mustache compliment from a skier services dude - not as fun as from a telemark girl, but still.  It wasn't busy at all until 11:30 a.m., and then there were plenty of lift line shenanigans.  He skied until 1:30 and then caught the bus home.

People.  If you are in the singles line, do NOT expect to ride with your spouse/buddies/young child.  If you want to ride with them, stay in the main corral.  Jeesh.

Thursday was a carbon copy of Wednesday but with slightly more people.  No new snow.  He skied until 1:30 and then caught the bus home.

Friday was another bluebird - no new snow, although Snowbird's snow guns were running - and it was very busy with long lift lines.  H skied until 1:30 and then caught the bus home.