Conditions Report
Report from Saturday, December 20, 2025
The mountain wore the murky morning fog like a scarf
it hung around her tight neck still and thick;
she wagged it back and forth
luring us to join her in the dance of clouds
that were wrapped around Snowbird like a python on prey.
We took the ride.
Up Gadzoom;
an iron ship with a course set to the mountain’s mid-line,
knifing through the fog
full-steam ahead.
When we got to the top of the lift, the sky raised its roof.
The skiing on Gadzoom was totally clear and now mist-free;
the snow—suave.
Slushy but not sticky.
It was warm like spring in December
but with winter light.
The tram opened around noon and we instinctually oriented our skis that way
We found the fog again.
We played hide and seek on Regulator Johnson.
Ski run, where are you?
By about 500 feet above the top terminal of Gadzoom the clouds spit us back out—
we were carving fast again now.
On the way down, we saw that Ski Patrol opened a run over on the Gad 2 side,
giving us a gorgeous gift—
a gateway to a getaway
by going left from Gadzoom
on goopy snow
gelato-like;
gracious
a gangster run
that skied great.
We gave it all the good turns we had,
gunning for the bottom.
Tram to Gadzoom and vice versa was on the menu for the rest of the afternoon.
The fog fully faded.
Ominous clouds still crept on the tallest peaks framing the Little Cottonwood Hallway.
Mystery kissed the day.
And on this moody, mercurial weather day
The skiing stayed cool;
the snow calm and unchanging
like the mountain itself,
just there and present;
a different outfit every day
but the same mountain—
the same Snowbird
we’ve always known
and will forever love.
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