fizzle

 And with that, the 2025/2026 ski season is over.  As of 2 p.m., Sunday, April 26, Alta was claiming 311" inches (more on that later), which is a terrible, horrible, very bad season of snowfall.  Statewide the Utah snowpack is the lowest on record and peaked three weeks early, with statewide stream runoff anticipated to be 50% of normal.  So when I say seeing my neighbors watering their lawns already, day after day, makes me crazy, there's at least some science behind it.

Ahem.

On Saturday, the penultimate day of Alta's season, H drove up and skied for about 3.5 hours.  It wasn't busy.  It wasn't crowded.  He didn't stand in line.  The snow wasn't that good.  It was partly sunny, which was nice for the folks on the patio, and the clouds helped to preserve the snow, slowed the melt somewhat.  In the valley, Milton and A did their Dimple Dell walk, then weeded the backyard for a couple hours until A's back started yelling.  There were chores and laundry, and M got to do another Dimple Dell walk with H in the afternoon.  It was pretty mellow.

Quiet day for closing weekend

But the big question was: will H go skiing on closing day?  Because a late spring storm system moved in, with Alta's forecasted snow totals all over the place, ranging from 4 to 13".  Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but the ski bus isn't running anymore.  And because it's closing day, H wasn't able to get a parking reservation (despite being a regular season passholder grumble grumble).  So in order to ski, H would have to get the 7 a.m. commuter bus up and then, instead of waiting for the 5 p.m. commuter bus down, A would have to drive up the canyon to fetch him home.  But the little Subaru doesn't have 4WD and if there's lots of snow on the road ...

A wanted to bake but didn't want to

eat, so dog cookies it is.  Also, this

cookie cutter is the only one we have.

In the end, H opted out of skiing on closing day, what with the driving issues, plus the fact that Frank had been canceled this year, plus the fact that cold, wet, stormy conditions make for soggy skiing and less than ideal tailgating.  So the ski season just sort of fizzled out - not that it ever really got going.  And while the new snow is certainly needed, it's a case of closing the barn door after the horse gets out.  Ah, well, on to the next thing.