It’s not even a question.
But as with all things in life, temptation awaits, just around the corner.
Think of it as a hall pass from your home resort to one of the neighbors.
Is the snow better?
Are the moguls softer?
Is the terrain steeper?
Maybe that Brighton has some killer weed to smoke.
Her cute older sister, Solitude might have some cool new things to show you in her room.
Wait, you dont want to hike the 50 yards back up to your slopeside mansion?
Want a nice dinner, but dont want to come down to the main lodge from your castle?
Not an issue, we are the only place in the world to offer ubereats via helicopter.
Part 2: A Plan Emerges
Our story follows the path of one skier in his mid 20s.
Unfortunately, disaster was about to strike Little Cottonwood.
A midseason storm, with an enormous amount of snow showed up on the horizon.
It snowed for 3 days straight, but not the right kind of snow.
Someone finally said, Well, I suppose we could go check out Deer Valley.
And thus, the plan was set in motion.
We certainly werent the jot down of clientele that Deer Valley was accustomed to either.
Part 3: Flying Solo
It was a bright sunny day when he set off at 7:30 AM.
Hed packed his trusty black hoodie, extra smelly of course.
Most importantly, he had brought with him enough alcohol to drown a medium sized elephant.
All those around him watched in horror, as he clipped into his beat up skis.
Who was this glorious alpha male with the audacity to ski in something other than the newest Arcteryx parka?
That much can be said, the groomers were indeed beautiful.
After some warmup laps on the groomers it was time to go find the upper mountain.
It was at this point, he realized a major issue: There was no upper mountain.
Drinking days are the opposite.
This is not going to be the day to send it.
Then with enough drinking, it suddenly turns back into a skiing day.
No brakes, no fear, and no regard for human life.
A quick call to the homies confirmed they were almost at the parking lot.
It was 11:30, and time to stop in for lunch.
The dining area was a very nice spot, with lots of space and beautiful wood tables.
He took a seat, pulled out a fresh PBR, and a can of spaghetti-Os.
This seemed to attract the attention of the wait staff who asked, What would you like to order?
Once on the chair, equal opportunity heckling ensued.
Cries of DAD??
I LOVE YOU!!!!
EVER HAD YOUR ASS LICKED BY A FAT MAN IN AN OVERCOAT?
and many more were heard all across the mountain.
from the non singles part of the liftline.
An awesome 60 year old lady lift attendant, Gloria, said, Is that so?
My shift gets off in 5 minutes, take a run, and then Im coming with you!
A few runs were taken under the lift, where there were some small side booters.
One of the locals in the liftline suddenly shouted, OH MY GOD!!!
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!
A moment of silence hung over the village as 8 naked backflips were performed one after the other.
After 5 days of fruitless search, a manhunt involving 130 patrollers and 15 patrol dogs was given up.
They had their day, perhaps next year, theyll be back again.
There will be days to come just like this one.
