We’ve been perfecting our snow dance, and finally it’s falling here in Park City
Here in Park City, Utah, the snow is coming down today.
So is the rain, at the base of the mountain. But that’s what chairlifts are for, to whisk you up higher, above the treetops, to where water freezes and turns white and makes a nice slippery slope to slide down. (I’m good at slippery slopes lately.)
No, conditions aren’t ideal. Some of the terrain is closed. But I spent a blissful day on the mountain. This morning, a guide led me to many of the historic mining sites, where workers once picked away rock in search of valuable silver, lead and zinc deposits. Later, after drying my sodden gloves by a roaring fire, I scuttled up and down runs that are slowly gathering a fresh frosting of white.
Tomorrow, I’m heading to the bobsled track used in the 2002 Salt Lake City Olympics, where I’ll strap myself into a mountain-borne rocket alongside a competitive bobsledder and we’ll point ourselves downhill. Wish me luck with that. Later this week, I’ll ski with an Olympian at nearby Deer Valley.
It’s an Olympic year, after all. Time to get into the spirit.