Days 37-38: Sorry, I know I'm late. 
Saturday we went opening bell to 3:30 with barely a snack break. Skied a few runs with Tele Jon and Skidog before splitting off from them to take my first runs ever with Stephan, who started skiing for the first time last season. About 300 yards from the top of Collins on our first run he hit me. :lol: Took me out and wrapped a pole around my left thigh, which is still sporting a healthy bruise.
Really, though, he's doing quite well. Mrs. Admin joined us mid-morning and I spent the rest of the day cruising groomers with them. Ungroomed was a bit stiff and chunky, so I wasn't overly enthusiastic about doing much else anyway. Visibility was limited at times, and not so bad at others. A few pics:
Sunday, however, was a true shocker. The snow line started out around 6500 feet but was predicted to go as high as 8500 feet, which is right at the base of Alta and above the base of Snowbird. The day started out OK with a couple of inches of heavy, über-dense snow. I took a lap through Garbage Chute to North Rustler, which actually skied rather well. As I was skiing alone, I also opted to do some exploring in some of the lines way, way out along the far boundary of Catherine's Area, where I sat on the Catherine's Pass ridgeline taking in the beauty of the storm for a good 20 minutes without seeing or hearing another soul, the wilderness feel spoiled only by a few ski area boundary signs:
However, it wouldn't stay that way. The snow got progressively wetter and heavier, to the point that it skied almost like a rain crust. Soaked, I cashed in my chips at 11:15, and saw others I know doing the same. Little would any of us have expected that the rain line would eventually rise to 10,000 feet. ](*,)
Saturday we went opening bell to 3:30 with barely a snack break. Skied a few runs with Tele Jon and Skidog before splitting off from them to take my first runs ever with Stephan, who started skiing for the first time last season. About 300 yards from the top of Collins on our first run he hit me. :lol: Took me out and wrapped a pole around my left thigh, which is still sporting a healthy bruise.
Really, though, he's doing quite well. Mrs. Admin joined us mid-morning and I spent the rest of the day cruising groomers with them. Ungroomed was a bit stiff and chunky, so I wasn't overly enthusiastic about doing much else anyway. Visibility was limited at times, and not so bad at others. A few pics:
Sunday, however, was a true shocker. The snow line started out around 6500 feet but was predicted to go as high as 8500 feet, which is right at the base of Alta and above the base of Snowbird. The day started out OK with a couple of inches of heavy, über-dense snow. I took a lap through Garbage Chute to North Rustler, which actually skied rather well. As I was skiing alone, I also opted to do some exploring in some of the lines way, way out along the far boundary of Catherine's Area, where I sat on the Catherine's Pass ridgeline taking in the beauty of the storm for a good 20 minutes without seeing or hearing another soul, the wilderness feel spoiled only by a few ski area boundary signs:
However, it wouldn't stay that way. The snow got progressively wetter and heavier, to the point that it skied almost like a rain crust. Soaked, I cashed in my chips at 11:15, and saw others I know doing the same. Little would any of us have expected that the rain line would eventually rise to 10,000 feet. ](*,)
:stir: 
