Day 39: An Alta 1 to 3.
We started with a group of 12 -- yes, 12. Keeping a group like that is like herding feral cats, and I'm shocked that we kept it together for as long as we did. For once, locals were in a minority -- Bobby Danger, Skidog, AmyZ, TheOtherAmy and yours truly. We were joined by friend Rich who's on a press trip for the Boston Herald, friend Andrew, Tony Crocker, Skiace, tseeb, and Skiace's friends Jonathan and Julie, the former from L.A. and the latter from Sun Valley.
It was spitting snow at the outset, and the forecast was calling for scattered snow showers with only a minimal accumulation, if any. When the snowfall began to intensify around 10 a.m. and just kept cranking, however, it became clear that expectations would be exceeded. We ended the day with a full six-inches of pixie dust, the perfect complement to the 15" that wrapped up on Friday.
And we scored over, and over, and over again, from Patsy Marley and Eagle's Nest before lunch, to Westward Ho after lunch en route to Snowbird, where we took a few laps before returning to Alta. Somewhere along the way we lost Crocker at Snowbird -- I didn't even think that was possible.
At lunch we were joined by even more -- rdwore, his MRG friends who are visiting, Corey, Telejon and his brother and nephew. It was a crazy big group.
After skiing most of us headed to the Peruvian and hung out in the upstairs bar. At first it was a festive place, but eventually it got way too crowded to be comfortable. And the local ski bums devoured the free appetizers in about 30 seconds flat.
Mrs. Admin and I dined with Rich, his lovely wife Suzanne, and Andrew down at The Aerie on the top floor of the Cliff Lodge at Snowbird before we finally headed down canyon after 10 p.m. It was a full day of 14 hours spent in Little Cottonwood Canyon.
We started with a group of 12 -- yes, 12. Keeping a group like that is like herding feral cats, and I'm shocked that we kept it together for as long as we did. For once, locals were in a minority -- Bobby Danger, Skidog, AmyZ, TheOtherAmy and yours truly. We were joined by friend Rich who's on a press trip for the Boston Herald, friend Andrew, Tony Crocker, Skiace, tseeb, and Skiace's friends Jonathan and Julie, the former from L.A. and the latter from Sun Valley.
It was spitting snow at the outset, and the forecast was calling for scattered snow showers with only a minimal accumulation, if any. When the snowfall began to intensify around 10 a.m. and just kept cranking, however, it became clear that expectations would be exceeded. We ended the day with a full six-inches of pixie dust, the perfect complement to the 15" that wrapped up on Friday.
And we scored over, and over, and over again, from Patsy Marley and Eagle's Nest before lunch, to Westward Ho after lunch en route to Snowbird, where we took a few laps before returning to Alta. Somewhere along the way we lost Crocker at Snowbird -- I didn't even think that was possible.
At lunch we were joined by even more -- rdwore, his MRG friends who are visiting, Corey, Telejon and his brother and nephew. It was a crazy big group.
After skiing most of us headed to the Peruvian and hung out in the upstairs bar. At first it was a festive place, but eventually it got way too crowded to be comfortable. And the local ski bums devoured the free appetizers in about 30 seconds flat.
Mrs. Admin and I dined with Rich, his lovely wife Suzanne, and Andrew down at The Aerie on the top floor of the Cliff Lodge at Snowbird before we finally headed down canyon after 10 p.m. It was a full day of 14 hours spent in Little Cottonwood Canyon.
