Woke up to impossibly blue skies this morning in Salt Lake. Thankfully I'd remembered the time change last night. Anyone else wonder why we can't just stay in this time zone with more daylight and longer afternoons?
Checked the snow report, and Alta had picked up a few inches. I pointed the rig up Little Cottonwood Canyon.
New hemlet, old me. Skiing with tunes was great. Should've listened to Coco years ago!
Little bit of everything today. Some firm snow, some soft stuff, and later sun softened as the temps rose in the afternoon.
The evil geniuses at Alta Ski Patrol opened the Castle later in the morning, and I hiked/traversed up a couple of times. Found some great snow and stunning views off the top on the second trip. My flatlander lungs and legs did pretty well after ten days at altitude and a day off the boards yesterday.
The weather for tomorrow looks like snow, which is great, but unfortunately not for me. The snow is forecast to be moving in too late for me to catch it, but the clouds and cooler temps likely mean a morning of bulletproof conditions.
Sadly, I changed my ticket to head home a day early. I say sadly, but it's been an incredible ski road trip with all manner of snow conditions, skiing with good friends, meeting new people, and time alone with myself. Most importantly, time in the mountains.
While I'm sad to be leaving the mountains and snows of the west, I'm really excited to see Coco. I hated leaving her alone so long, especially for a ski trip, as that's usually one of our favorite things to do together.
Time alone can be spent or squandered, and, while I can't claim a perfect success ratio on either count, along the way I think I (re)learned a few things about myself. I don't need to ski every day, but there's a huge part of me that wants access to the mountains to be just a little bit easier. Winter or summer, having the option to go skiing or hiking that doesn't involve the TSA and playing roulette in the airfare casino or timing post work traffic on the interstates has enormous appeal.
I guess that's the part where striking a balance comes into play.
Definitely not your father's Oldsmobuick.
What's next? Who knows... More Adventure! More Fun! More Snow!
Thanks for taking a look at my first blog effort.
Cheers!
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