Snowbasin, UT, Report: The Storm is Coming.

Conditions Report from Friday, December 26, 2025

Song of the day: “My Favorite Girl Loves Reading”- Foxtide

“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” – Hunter S. Thompson

The storm is coming.

Let me say it again for you in Spanish:

Ya viene la tormenta!

The Wasatch has been on a diet this season so far—

She wants to look good for us.

And finally, She’s gonna feast.

A proper powder parade will come this weekend and moisten

the sharp features of her crown,

the curves and contours of her hips;

her long, rolling thighs

and cover the arch of her spine

with a silky, white fur coat. 

By the time the storm is all said and done she’ll be looking good as ever.

But today, we still have to work for it.

Non-granular precipitation.

In laymens terms, it was raining when we got to the base of Snowbasin at about 11:30 a.m. this morning, and hard.

But I try not to use the “R” word when I can.

And you know what, it was actually a great thing.

NO one was at Snowbasin when we got there and I mean no-one.

We parked in the second closest lot to the front and leisurely strolled up to the gondola where, up top, the rain was just barely turning to snow.

You know, that stuff we simply all live for.

The wind was howling at the top of Needles Gondola—

a cold wind.

I love the wind.

It’s like God sweeping with His broomstick

cleaning the dance floor

for the powder days ahead.

We rode with the wind, sometimes pushing us back up the slope as we attempted to ski down it.

It was snowing a little bit.

Patches of snow as smooth as used pool tables checkered the 9 runs that were open to the base of Middle Bowl Express.

The run held an intricate plaid pattern of East Coast ice and wind-buffed powdered-donut-snow

“chchchhcchchchchchshchchchchchchchchchcchchchchchch!”

and then

……………………………………………………………………………………….

Those were the sounds you heard when your skis crossed from the East Coast ice to the baby-butt smooth, silent wind-buff.

This continued for a while.

We befriended a pretty Argentinian girl at the chair.

Where she’s from, she skis next to the sea with ocean creatures like seals and whales and lobsters

and Antarctica really isn’t that far away.

Now she’s here in Utah for the season

fighting against the wind

and waiting for the Wasatch to put on her fashion show

of fresh snow.

And today, us and the other brave riders showed up for our skiing jury duty—

a service to mountain-kind.

A fun, technically challenging, low-vis, hard-snow, good vibes and warm hearts and nice smiles

training day.

For the storm ahead.

Because,

the Storm is coming.

Didn’t I tell you already?

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