Winter is here. The second in a string of storms to hit the Wasatch just dumped 15-20 inches, blanketing the mountains with a tempting dust. At Alta there was a high concentration of skiers and snowboarders, boot packing, skinning, and snowshoeing their way up.

While things look nice and white, rocks, sticks, and bushes poke out everywhere, plenty of gnarly “shark teeth” lurk under the surface ready to punish the early season riders.  the mountain is a wild horse, not used to people climbing up looking for a ride. P-Tex and metal edges grind in to rocks, roots, and bushes as people traverse into the tops of runs. Scoured spots, and ridges, are “summer like” but mid-winter lurks in the protected, drifted, chutes,and gullies. Tread lightly in the right spot, and you can reap the rewards of slow motion, waist deep turns, that feel as if it could be January.