Champagne Powder

After my short jaunt in Europe, I attempted to keep satisfying my travel bug by heading to Asia the following weekend for my birthday. As my primary method of travel is standby, the flights to both Tokyo and Hong Kong were not in my favor that particular weekend. With that, I targeted a short two-hour flight back to Salt Lake City. Sitting in the domestic terminal of SeaTac airport, I dreamt of Mt. Fuji and the splendors of Japan. It turned out, however, that it was the perfect time for a week in Utah.

As you can see, it was quite perfect indeed. That Sunday, I headed up Logan Canyon for a small touring session behind my friend Parker's yurt. It was a tough cardio workout on the way up, but as soon as the champagne powder was pouring over our heads and our faces were freezing from the continuous face shots, we knew it was well worth it.

The conditions after the first run down were just too good to leave. We put our skins back on and toured another half an hour back to the top, and went at it again! More champagne powder, and more face shots. It was a good start to the week.

Over the next few days, I spent time in Logan, catching up with my parents and the beloved dog Scotchy. It was good to be back. The following weekend, I headed back down to Salt Lake City to catch up with old friends and ski at one of the old stomping grounds, Snowbird.

Regarding snow, it was a very dry weekend in Salt Lake. Snowbird was not able to provide the usual deep goods it is so famous for, but a groomer day was much needed and quite enjoyable. The following morning, however, I woke up to a complete whiteout. It just so happened that it was the morning I was due to fly to Seattle, a day most definitely too early.

I had forgotten how picturesque Utah was, and how easy it was to take yourself into the mountains from the city. Before heading into the clouds, I was left with this view. What a sight.