Day 79: A good day to do my taxes.
Sunday was a day that we started late and quite very early. The rain/snow line was right at the Wildcat parking lot and what was falling above there was nonetheless extremely wet. It stuck to your goggles. When you walked back inside it looked like you were standing in the shower with your ski clothes on. Visibility was rough at times and there were maybe, maybe 30 customer cars in the parking lot at 10 a.m. :shock:
Bobby Danger arrived 15 minutes after I did and Skidog had just completed his first run. Telejon had about three. There was no need to ski down through the wet stuff to the base of Collins as most chairs were coming up empty into the angle station. Bobby headed over to Snowbird to meet a couple of other friends while Skidog, Telejon and I went over to Supreme to bid farewell to the girl until next December. Groomers were not entirely unpleasant with the dusting of new, wet snow on a smooth concrete base. It was the weather (or the ungroomed, had we been foolish enough to venture off-piste) that was unpleasant.
Kingslug called from Snowbird as we rode Sugarloaf, but the three of us had had enough. Telejon put it best when he said that we've been spoiled this winter by remarkable conditions, even as recently as last weekend. Today's weather was enough to send us all home.
Sunday was a day that we started late and quite very early. The rain/snow line was right at the Wildcat parking lot and what was falling above there was nonetheless extremely wet. It stuck to your goggles. When you walked back inside it looked like you were standing in the shower with your ski clothes on. Visibility was rough at times and there were maybe, maybe 30 customer cars in the parking lot at 10 a.m. :shock:
Bobby Danger arrived 15 minutes after I did and Skidog had just completed his first run. Telejon had about three. There was no need to ski down through the wet stuff to the base of Collins as most chairs were coming up empty into the angle station. Bobby headed over to Snowbird to meet a couple of other friends while Skidog, Telejon and I went over to Supreme to bid farewell to the girl until next December. Groomers were not entirely unpleasant with the dusting of new, wet snow on a smooth concrete base. It was the weather (or the ungroomed, had we been foolish enough to venture off-piste) that was unpleasant.
Kingslug called from Snowbird as we rode Sugarloaf, but the three of us had had enough. Telejon put it best when he said that we've been spoiled this winter by remarkable conditions, even as recently as last weekend. Today's weather was enough to send us all home.