The past two weekends I have skied in shorts…actually they were ‘jams,’ but that has nothing to do with my point. My point here, is that Utah has an extreme identity crisis. For the past few weeks it has been an average temperature of probably 50-60 degrees; Tan lines were beginning to emerge and climbers were beginning to out-number skiers in the Cottonwood Canyons. This brings me to today… 30 degrees and snowy. We were skiing powder all morning, before the guilt set in and I was compeled to get to work. These sort of weather patterns plague this great state. It is truly amazing how mercurial (thats an SAT word) the weather can be. It makes this state great (sometimes) and it explains so much…the weird weather pattern reflects the weird people.
Example one: While skiing Sunday at the Bird, due to the lack of snow, we found ourselves acting like tourists and participating in the magic carpet ride through the “Bass Hole.”
And then we caught the first Tram today and threw down:
Checking the Measurements 12 inches of new snow:
Ross Hayes in Alta…poaching
Ross Hayes, back at Snowbird:
The Ross Hayes’ Show continues:
Ross giving me (and you) the middle finger:
