jamesdeluxe
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- Jul 17, 2020
I concluded my first full season of downhill skiing (pretty obvious by the advanced-beginner form in the pix and sadsack clothes) with two days at The Canyons in Park City. There, I met BobMc, my first online skiing acquaintance, through an early forum run by a Connecticut housewife: Paula's Ski Lovers. A Michigan transplant, he was a salesguy at a SLC car dealership, where he'd acquired a bunch of comp Canyons day passes, so he gave me a handful of them and skied the first day with me. Even back then, I knew that spring skiing in the Cottonwoods was preferable to the Wasatch backside; however, the logic of "don't argue with free" took precedence.
The Canyons was my first ski area that covers a lot of ground horizontally, four miles as the crow flies, giving the feeling of travelling on skis instead of always yo-yoing on the same handful of lifts over and over. The Canyons became a gateway drug, which made me want to experience the far bigger circuits in the Alps.
The then-new Dreamscape lift pod on the far looker's left of the ski area:
Bob even convinced me to do a bunch of runs on The Canyons' steepest in-bounds sector, the 9990 peak.
Unfortunately, on my final run of the season, maybe 500 yards from the base lodge, I hit a lurking rock while doing a snowplow stop and broke my right femur. I flew home three days later after an operation at the University of Utah hospital repaired it with a titanium rod.
The Canyons was my first ski area that covers a lot of ground horizontally, four miles as the crow flies, giving the feeling of travelling on skis instead of always yo-yoing on the same handful of lifts over and over. The Canyons became a gateway drug, which made me want to experience the far bigger circuits in the Alps.
The then-new Dreamscape lift pod on the far looker's left of the ski area:
Bob even convinced me to do a bunch of runs on The Canyons' steepest in-bounds sector, the 9990 peak.
Unfortunately, on my final run of the season, maybe 500 yards from the base lodge, I hit a lurking rock while doing a snowplow stop and broke my right femur. I flew home three days later after an operation at the University of Utah hospital repaired it with a titanium rod.
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