Saturday was a blur as I ran from one end of the valley to the other, and even headed out past our Great Salt Lake to the other side of the Oquirrh mountains. It was a fun day with several friends (including Nancy's book signing) and family members. But I'll leave that for tomorrow and tell you about Sunday because the mountains are the Monday morning feature here.
Sunday was one of the rare days we had no obligations and no plans. Trying to decide where to go, which mountains, which place to enjoy our breakfast, and which views would be most worthwhile, took a few minutes of discussion. It had been a long time since we had headed up to Snowbird to enjoy the beauty of the rugged peaks in Little Cottonwood, So, we headed up to what would surely be snowy peaks, but maybe not so much in the way of fall colors. As you can see the aspens were still glorious and quite the contrast with the white snow. We said ooohhh, aaahhh, all the way up.
The sky was blue when we arrived and the temperature was chilly but not too much to bear (perfect for wearing socks) and breakfast was much better than the last time we dined at the Fork Lift. We decided that omelets were the best way to go from now on. It was nice to sit beside the big fire pit and watch the flames dance.
Get Ready Get Set....SKI!!
As usual we took a trip to Alta (just a few miles up the road from the Bird) just to see how much snow had fallen in the last few days. Are you booking your ski vacations and getting ready for the greatest snow on earth? It won't be long if this weather sticks around. Last year the resorts were open shortly after Halloween.
The clouds arrived in time for our ride down the canyon, but we did capture the aspens in their last gasp of fall color. We feel so blessed to have this place of beauty as our backyard.