Day 66: That's all, folks!
Running a bit late, I met up with Bobby Danger and Skidog atop Hidden Peak around 9:40 a.m. for what was planned to be a morning of skiing.
Three runs later (one Rasta Chutes, one Lone Star, and one Silver Fox) I just wasn't feeling it. The damage done this week was substantial, and Snowbird made the right decision by calling it quits this weekend. Hot summer solstice sun had carved deep suncups into the surface, and large amounts of base had disappeared, even though you were able to ski all but the last 100 vertical feet down to the Tram Plaza. The other two would keep skiing as I called it a day...and a season...and went home to pack up the wife and dogs in the truck for a weekend of car camping at Rockport Reservoir instead of a weekend of skiing.
Until November...
Running a bit late, I met up with Bobby Danger and Skidog atop Hidden Peak around 9:40 a.m. for what was planned to be a morning of skiing.
Three runs later (one Rasta Chutes, one Lone Star, and one Silver Fox) I just wasn't feeling it. The damage done this week was substantial, and Snowbird made the right decision by calling it quits this weekend. Hot summer solstice sun had carved deep suncups into the surface, and large amounts of base had disappeared, even though you were able to ski all but the last 100 vertical feet down to the Tram Plaza. The other two would keep skiing as I called it a day...and a season...and went home to pack up the wife and dogs in the truck for a weekend of car camping at Rockport Reservoir instead of a weekend of skiing.
Until November...