This may have been the best of my four days in SLC. Brighton claimed 11 inches overnight, but it was more like 14-15. I came very close to doing a redirect this morning to head back to Snowbasin, but I had a feeling about Brighton. Actually, I don't think that anywhere would've been a bad choice today.
As at Solitude and Snowbasin, when I arrived at 9, there were about 20 cars in the parking lot. Even in the early afternoon, there were acres and acres of untouched woods... literally everywhere. Although Alta yesterday was hardly a bad experience, the ease of finding untracked at Brighton was almost laughable in comparison. And I know all the negs -- a big flat in the middle, not very steep, snowboarders, blahblahblah. All I can say is: go there on a weekday after a storm and see. (I'm not directing that at the Admin clan as I know that they'll never go there, but for anyone visiting, don't write it off.)
While floating in knee-deep or more on the trails, and through thigh-deep pillows in the woods, all I could remember was Admin the night before shaking his head in disgust while muttering, "James, you disappoint me" and "have you learned nothing from me?" Mention Brighton and he makes a face like he smelled spoiled milk.
Eventually, I got on a chair with Jeff, a NYC expat, who showed me around for the next two hours:
There's definitely a younger demographic at Brighton than at the other Cottonwoods ski areas:
I left at 2 pm to catch my flight home.
As at Solitude and Snowbasin, when I arrived at 9, there were about 20 cars in the parking lot. Even in the early afternoon, there were acres and acres of untouched woods... literally everywhere. Although Alta yesterday was hardly a bad experience, the ease of finding untracked at Brighton was almost laughable in comparison. And I know all the negs -- a big flat in the middle, not very steep, snowboarders, blahblahblah. All I can say is: go there on a weekday after a storm and see. (I'm not directing that at the Admin clan as I know that they'll never go there, but for anyone visiting, don't write it off.)
While floating in knee-deep or more on the trails, and through thigh-deep pillows in the woods, all I could remember was Admin the night before shaking his head in disgust while muttering, "James, you disappoint me" and "have you learned nothing from me?" Mention Brighton and he makes a face like he smelled spoiled milk.
Eventually, I got on a chair with Jeff, a NYC expat, who showed me around for the next two hours:
There's definitely a younger demographic at Brighton than at the other Cottonwoods ski areas:
I left at 2 pm to catch my flight home.
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