Last night we pulled into Park City under a light drizzle of freezing rain, but this morning we awoke to find snow coming down hard. We had found winter, or rather, winter had found us.
This freak April snowstorm was a terrific stroke of luck, but it completely ruled out any major travel for the next 24 hours. So we altered our plans slightly and decided to hunker down in Park City to take advantage of the fresh powder. Out on main street, we unloaded our skis from the bikes, suited up for the slopes, and walked across the street to the lifts.
With temperatures in the high 20′s, a constant stream of new snow coming down, and 8-10 inches of fresh powder already accumulated on the slopes, we were in for an unexpected treat. Skiing in Telluride was most definitely spring skiing, but this felt like it could have been the middle of December. A few times we got turned-around due to low-visibility and ended up on a different side of the mountain than we were expecting. As the day started to come to an end were forced to hop lift to lift to get back to where we needed to be.
After a long day we retired for the day. We checked the weather again and the storm didn’t look like it would be letting up anytime soon, so the next day’s plans were going to depend entirely on the conditions in the morning. We would love to get out and ride a little ways, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we were “forced” to ski another day in Park City.