Conditions Report
Report from Wednesday, December 17, 2025
A steel wind scratched and clawed and gnawed its way into Alta this morning.
Evil and vile
but bearing gifts.
Snowflakes dropped from the sky this afternoon,
silent trumpets joyously announcing the arrival of Alta’s god:
Powder.
But we weren’t there for that chapter of the story.
We left before the snow came—
what we saw was the wind.
The whipping wind that willfully whacked and whistled wildly and without respect for the trees
which buzzed and bent and nearly broke from sheer force.
We watched in terror from the chairlift—
safety bar down.
Sturdy snow was found up top,
which softened it’s heart the further down we got on the run from Collins.
By the angle station the texture was friendly and smiling;
it welcomed our ski edges—
it wanted them.
Here we went fast.
Side hits sent us into the stratosphere like space cadets,
arctic monkeys ready to be shot out of a cannon,
into the wind—
that damn wind;
alive and well and ushering in the torment
of a storm that will carry
what we all have so desperately
been expecting.
Hello, old friend—
Winter.
It’s nice to see you again.
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