When everything stops in Utah

Yesterday was a day to remember, perhaps for the entire year and surely for this rather dry winter season. After our northern Utah mountains were pounded with feet of snow, it suddenly stopped, the skies turn blue, all Utahans called sick and went skiing. That's right, the state came to a pure standstill. We went too, and had a blast skiing Deer Valley. Last night as we were trying to watch “Buddha” on PBS, we fell asleep, stoned into snowbliss that we also know as being skiers' Nirvana. The temperature pegged at 9 degrees F early morning stayed cool, the snow remain powder-perfect everywhere, but in south-facing slopes, and between the light, the fluffy powder and the fun, the world, not just Utah, could have stopped under those rare circumstances...