Snowing in the Wasatch Mountains

     Park City Mountain got nine inches of new snow overnight.  This snow added to the 110" of base.  It was snowing very lightly when I turned out the lights last night.  By morning there was a pile of snow outside my window and the ski runs on the mountain were completely hidden by falling snow.
    We are staying at a Hilton with 160 ski club members from around the country.  The hotel offers a buffet breakfast which comes free with our group rate rooms.  There are so many of us heading to the ski hills first thing in the morning that the hotel set up breakfast in a banquet room just for the ski clubs.  We thought we were moving pretty quickly as we arrived about 7:45 (the lifts open at 9), but many of the die hard skiers had already finished breakfast and were getting geared up for a snowy day on the mountains.
   Rick put on his long undies and warm fleece, but began to question the wisdom of skiing in white out conditions on a completely unfamiliar mountain.  Quite a few other Ullr Ski Club members agreed and we ended up having a long, slow breakfast while we chatted about our favorite trips.  Rick and I returned to the room to read the newspaper and then Rick had a two hour nap.  Our long trip yesterday on top of a cold has wiped him out.
   Just across the parking lot from our hotel is a car rental place.  We walked over and rented a little Hyundai.  I found a cafe nearby for lunch and filled Rick up with hot tea and soup.  Then we drove a mile to the historic main street of Park City which is crammed with historic buildings, art galleries, and shops.  Today the streets were also crammed with folks who decided not to ski in the deep snow.  Road crews seemed to be having trouble keeping up with the snowfall and driving was a challenge.  Parking downtown was not possible.  So we drove through and I promised myself to come back later in the week.

   As we got to the end of the town we looked for a place to go around the block.  Alas, we were on a steeply climbing mountain road that headed to the top of the ski runs of Deer Valley Resort.  This was not a road for a little car driven by folks who were not sure where they were going.  We saw several signs telling us that the road was closed in the winter just a mile beyond where we were.  Fortunately we found a even steeper road heading into a section of pricey homes in the fancy Deer Valley community.  We didn't stop to gawk, we turned around and just headed back to our hotel for a rest.
   Rick is hoping that all the rest he got today will leave him ready to hit the slopes tomorrow.  The snow is supposed to quit by lunch time and then we will have sun the rest of the week.  I want some photos of this beautiful town, so hoping for sun soon as well as a healthy husband.