By popular demand (or semi-popular as the case may be).......
Park City Trip Report.
Flew in Friday night. Flight arrived 30 minutes EARLY. A portentous sign of the good skiing to follow.

Stayed at Bear Hollow, a condo community about a mile up the road from Kimball Junction (where one gets off 80, onto the road in PC.)
Found a nice one bedroom. Only problem?? Was a duplex, which in this case meant the bedroom/bathroom was in the basement. A hike if you forgot your socks.
Also, the front door lock was a VERY tempermental combo lock! Took us 15 minutes the first night to get it to comply.
Eventually, we learned it didn't like two people together in front of it. Seriously, Jim and I would take turns standing on the sidewalk. That's the only time the damn thing would open after only 1 or 2 tries.
Back to the skiing....
Since we got in late on friday (1 am), we had previously decided to ski the following afternoon at Sundance Resort and stay there for dinner.
The day was warmish which made the snow a bit sticky. The terrain looks very limited from the base, but is surprisingly varied once behind the initial hills.
We enjoyed our day of skiing, but would not make an effort to go there again just to ski.
Dinner was lovely at the "Tree Room". Though I must admit, paying $15 for one glass of red wine was painful. I thought I lived in a pricey city! Dinner was very good, but not as wonderful as the prices were. Beautiful ambience though.
The next day was at the Canyons. Better snow than we expected. Some lovely tree skiing.
But, I learned to listen to Jim when he noted the south facing slopes. They looked SO creamsickley!! SO inviting with their gleaming snow capped bumps!! Such false promises they tried to sell! Crust covered by a smidgen of softer snow. Danger, Danger Will Robinson!!!
The following day at ALTA, my favorite. Good conditions, snow in good shape. Soft patches of powder to be found. A beautiful blue-bird day. A promise was made to the snow gods to return again this week to the mecca.
A day of skill improvement was decided on. You know, that place with all the groomers, all the perfectly aligned corduroy, Deer Valley. Well, the sweetest glades of the week were found there. A trip to challenge Ontario Bowl again also took place. Ontario Bowl won. We escaped with our skis, but not our pride, intact. The snow was a bit hard to turn in, not champagne powder. Then it got pretty steep and the trees a trifle too close for our skill ability. Much side slipping, some strategic falling and slow carefully placed pole plants, took place. But, I had to drag Jim out of there at the end of the day.
It snowed that day and thru the night. Not heavily, but persistently. Since we had "Big Bad Red", a chevy suburban which I was initially embarrassed to be seen in, up we went, to the Little Cottonwood canyon for a GREAT DAY at Alta. I even got Jim to go to Catherines' Area. A small hike up to get thru the gates to. But, so much fun. Soft, pillowy powder in an off-piste setting. Yum, Yum!!! We were wiped after that. But explored more. Got a bit lost at the end of the day. Made our way back to a trail.
Jim finally saw what I liked so much about Alta. A day of challenges which we met.
Since the temps were warming, we decided to ski in the Big Cottonwood Canyon. Brighton and then Solitude. Brighton won out of the two for us. We liked the somewhat meandering trails, the trees on the side which were so much fun to play in. Solitutude was more wide open. The trails mostly straightforward. Lots of open terrain which would be wonderful on a powder day, but less so when tracked out. Because of this, we tried to video each other this last day since the off piste was becoming tracked out and frankly, my left knee was hurting quite a bit. I knew I needed to quit doing any more bumps.
Doing the last run was sad for us both as we knew that it was probably our last of the season. Time off, pocket books and temps were all running out.

A wonderful season. Jim and I both hit all-time highs of ski days. Jim at 26, me at 32.

The trip back to NYC from Salt Lake City started with sitting on the runway for almost 3 hrs waiting for deicing. And finished 28 hrs later when I finally got home. With a night spent in Minneapolis. Horrid experience with poor administrative responsibility on the part of Delta. Bad weather is bad weather, but not knowing what the right and left hands are doing is another. Jim faired slightly better. He only had to take an hour ride shuttle back from Baltimore to the washington dc area.
Looking forward to hearing about the early spring outings of many of you!
Lynn