A perfect Snowbird day

Yesterday, Evelyne and I went skiing for yet another time, but since everything is now closed in Park City, we did the 45 minute drive over to Snowbird, which as the crows flies, sits a mere 10 miles away from our Park City home. The weather was quite cool for May, the snow superb, the skies blue and we had a terrific time. We arrived there around 9:30 am and when we stopped at 2 pm, we had skied over 31,000 vertical feet. In Little Cottonwood Canyon, the scenery always takes your breath away, the bowls are endless and with a thin Friday crowd dispersed on so many runs, we could ski as if we owned the mountain. On of the best part from my wife, who was skiing there for the first time, was the tram ride. At each time, it was pretty much packed with people who all had too much love for snow in their DNA. Many where boasting loudly how good they “could turn' em” and all of society's sexes, ages, styles and attitudes where statistically represented in the crowded 125 people cabin. All in all, this was a perfect day; I only pray it could be just a few chairlifts away...