Day 61: That's all, folks!
Another 6" fell overnight (this time colder and drier) for a 14-inch storm total. Any day that your ski season closes with over a foot of fresh snow is going to rock, and rock it did.
At least until early afternoon.
That's when some pea soup-thick fog enveloped the mountain as we grilled burgers and brats in the parking lot for lunch. I had left my skis at Goldminer's in anticipation of returning to the lifts after lunch; however, when it became apparent that the fog wasn't going anywhere, parking lot attendant Colin gave me a lift back across the lot to go retrieve my skis. I changed out of my boots and settled in for the annual party.
With the weather, the party was woefully under-attended. Our group, however, kept it going in the lot's far northwestern corner, right next to the Watson Shelter staff with whom we continuously mixed and mingled. As far as Liftlines forum users go, we had Skidog, TheOtherAmy and Corey, BobMc and yours truly, but our group was around 25 people or so. AmyZ came up for the party, and BobMc brought over his wine after a day skiing at the Bird. Bobby Danger and rdwore apparently gave up on the weather and split.
The fog finally lifted around 5 p.m., allowing us a view of the few folks descending from the High Boy party. I only shot one photo, right after the fog lifted, because my phone was busy supplying the tunes. Corey Kopischke Photography has graciously supplied the others that appear below.
I packed it up at 6:45 p.m. and headed down canyon. After 61 days -- my lowest total since arriving in Utah over 10 years ago -- another season is in the bag.
Another 6" fell overnight (this time colder and drier) for a 14-inch storm total. Any day that your ski season closes with over a foot of fresh snow is going to rock, and rock it did.
At least until early afternoon.
That's when some pea soup-thick fog enveloped the mountain as we grilled burgers and brats in the parking lot for lunch. I had left my skis at Goldminer's in anticipation of returning to the lifts after lunch; however, when it became apparent that the fog wasn't going anywhere, parking lot attendant Colin gave me a lift back across the lot to go retrieve my skis. I changed out of my boots and settled in for the annual party.
With the weather, the party was woefully under-attended. Our group, however, kept it going in the lot's far northwestern corner, right next to the Watson Shelter staff with whom we continuously mixed and mingled. As far as Liftlines forum users go, we had Skidog, TheOtherAmy and Corey, BobMc and yours truly, but our group was around 25 people or so. AmyZ came up for the party, and BobMc brought over his wine after a day skiing at the Bird. Bobby Danger and rdwore apparently gave up on the weather and split.
The fog finally lifted around 5 p.m., allowing us a view of the few folks descending from the High Boy party. I only shot one photo, right after the fog lifted, because my phone was busy supplying the tunes. Corey Kopischke Photography has graciously supplied the others that appear below.
I packed it up at 6:45 p.m. and headed down canyon. After 61 days -- my lowest total since arriving in Utah over 10 years ago -- another season is in the bag.