
Arriving in Salt Lake City on Saturday night to pouring rain was of no concern as we knew what has happening at our destination in Little Cottonwood Canyon, 3000′ above the valley floor. As our van made its way up the canyon, the rain turned to snow, and we could see it had already started to pile up a couple inches at the hotel. We woke up on Sunday morning to the sound of artillery, and upon checking the report, learned that 14″ had fallen overnight.

It snowed all day Sunday, and the skiing was phenomenal. The powder was ridiculous. It was a little higher density than the typical Utah snow, but it was deep. Some highlights were the guy who broke out the harmonica in the Gad 2 liftline as we waited for it to open. He did a great job breaking up some of the aggro testosterone vibe going on there.

Of course, being on one of the first chairs up and the run down, making first tracks down that liftline is a memory that will stick with me for many years. We were planning on taking it easy our first day out, but that definitely didn’t happen. We racked up run after run in the deep powder, and I lost track of face shots and powder chokes. It was easily one of the best ski days that I have ever had.

The sun came out on Monday after another half foot of snow overnight bringing storm total to 22″. It was possibly an even better ski day than Sunday. We were headed over to Alta, but the skiing just to get over there was amazing. Traversing skiers right and dropping into fresh powder in Mineral Basin under bright blue skies was unreal. Alta was untracked and beautiful. The crowds were small, and there was great snow everywhere. I got wind of Devil’s Castle impending opening when artillery explosions reverberated off me as I was riding up the Sugarloaf lift and then saw five or six local dudes loitering around the closed entrance. I decided to head over and wait with them. It probably took 45 minutes or so before Alta Ski Patrol opened it up, and there were probably 75 people behind me in line at that point. After the requisite ten minute hike out along the traverse on the apron, I dropped into pure bliss. It was bottomless powder for over a thousand vertical feet until the pitch mellowed out. It was ridiculous.

Tuesday was sunny and warm. The sun shines high and strong in Utah in April and it doesn’t take long for the snow to start to soften up and turn a bit gloppy. I got up the tram before the temps rose above freezing at the top of Hidden Peak, and traversed over to the Cirque. It was my first time skiing it, and I will admit that it was intimidating standing on the top of the cornice before dropping in. It was a great run, though, and the snow was still very nice. As we got into the afternoon and temps kept rising into the fifties, skiing became difficult as the gloppy snow was extremely sticky. We took the opportunity to enjoy the sunshine and scene on the tram deck.

Wednesday was a colder day, and the snow surface froze up. Fortunately, it snowed again to the order of about six inches. I heard grumblings from the locals about “dust on crust.” For Eastern skiers, six inches does not constitute “dust” and the skiing was pretty great, in my opinion. I had some more great runs in the Cirque, in Mineral Basin and at Alta. In particular, through the gates off Collins to the High Traverse and West Rustler was excellent, as was the Ballroom. I hit Greeley’s Bowl before heading back to the Sugarloaf lift and back to Snowbird, and it was a blast.

A large Pacific storm arrived in earnest on Thursday bringing snow and wind. The skiing was pretty challenging due to low visibility, but it was also really good as the new snow was piling up. I had a great run in the Cirque despite the snowglobe feeling. I hiked up Mt. Baldy with hopes of making the traverse and that skiing the trees once I got down to the shoulder would offer nice skiing and less disorienting conditions. I did find the good skiing on very nice snow, but it was a very challenging run due to the combined very challenging terrain, low visibility and my own unfamiliarity. I was a little unnerved, but I made the best of it.

The snow really picked up Thursday afternoon and evening, and it was just dumping when we woke up on Friday. There was already sixteen inches of new snow on the ground, and it was still coming down hard. We plundered the powder off Gadzoom and did lap after lap on the fast lift with no line. Attempts at skiing the bowls didn’t work out to well due to low visibility in the dumping, blowing snow, so we stuck to the treed slopes. Another eight inches fell by the time our legs failed us and we wrapped up our day. The skiing was ridiculously good.

It would be hard to imagine a better ski trip than this one. It snowed over four and a half feet while we in holed up in Little Cottonwood Canyon, and it was still dumping when we left. Snowbird had a mammoth season snow total of 612″ with a mid-mountain depth of 178″.