The mini ski vacation to Powder Mountain started ominously. I didn’t really know where I was going, but I thought that if I kept going north to Ogden, UT I’d eventually see signs pointing me in the right direction. Well I drove to Ogden listening to the Utah Jazz thumping the Minnesota Timberwolves and happily never saw the one sign telling me how to get to Powder Mountain. I know that there was a sign, because after I turned around and drove backwards I saw it on my second pass. So I left the office at like 7:30 and finally got to PowMow and after two unsuccessful tries to drive up the unpaved/unplowed trail to our condos, I got a ride up with some friendly people from Iowa.

But I was there and all was well. For the night, anyway. Woke up about an hour after everyone else (as far as I can tell, obviously since I was asleep I don’t know exactly when people woke but I got up around 9:45). Took a shower and went out skiing with Jon.

The terrain up there was pretty dang fun and the ungroomed parts were pretty wide open. At the resorts in Park City most of the ungroomed terrain is pretty dense trees in between the man-made runs. Powder Mountain did have some man-made runs, but it had far more rolling hills and bowls that were not cut into runs. After a couple hours of being worked by Jon (who is a far better skier than I) we went back to meet up with Rich; Jon was going to watch the baby; and I waited there for Tim and Mark to come back in for lunch before I left to ski with them.

It was a good time, but I do have to update my goggles lost/destroyed tally for the year: 2. On my last run of the day I got rocked and completely destroyed both of the lenses in a pair of sample goggles that shall not be named. Really, it wasn’t the goggles fault they broke.