Utah - Day 2 (cont)
Fate is a funny thing. While sitting at the bar yesterday we were speaking to some people who told us that Brighton was the shiznit on Saturday.
We checked the weather throughout the evening and into the night on Saturday and the weather report looked promising. We knew all the skiiers would want to go to Alta again, so we were trying to recruit at least one other person so that we could take a car to go to Brighton. That didn’t happen because 7 of the 17 of us went to Deer Valley, another anti Snowboarder mountain, so that meant 10 of us had to cram into the remaining two cars. That also meant that we were all going to Alta and the outcast boarders were going to Snowbird, again.
Snowbird got dumped on overnight, but only not as much as Brighton. Also while on the road to Alta the weather was looking about the same as yesterday. We were going to ride anyway, but we would not have been happy about it.
I started this post with a comment about fate. The skiiers we are with are such ski snobs that Alta us the only place they like to ski in Utah. Well as it turned out, less than a mule past the turnoff for Brighton we hit a traffic jam that would make New York proud. We sat in it fir about 10 minutes then gave up and turned around and made our way to Brighton.