Report from Monday, December 12, 2022
Today reminds me of the days when the legendary Alex Davis and I used to rip pow upon pow at Alta in the early season.
I’m talking about that early season, no lift line, toe-numbing-cold, finger-licking-good, powder.
The days of our lives.
We got to Alta today at 10 and it was cold.
Blustery, snowy, freezing-cold.
We dashed to Supreme and found it empty.
There was shin-deep, high-quality powder, and lots of it.
We skied great powder until the skies went dark.
The crowds were thin today and fresh tracks were consistent.
In the late afternoon, it started hammering snow again.
Free refills.
We skied Supreme then Wildcat then Collins until our legs begged us to stop.
By the time we had to go home the sun had set but the snow had only intensified.
In the night the mountains felt quiet, cold, eerie.
Alta’s lights gleamed behind us and slowly started to fade into the storm as we crept away toward the city…