KarenD
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
I finished up my season with a week in Utah. It started with emotional trauma in Salt Lake City when my SporTube didn't show up with the rest of our luggage. When we went to file a claim in the baggage office, they had the bag. Good news, I thought. Wrong. They had the bag because it had been run over by a baggage tug or pinned by a forklift or something else awful, and my antique but still fully functional and fun Volant Chubbs were destroyed--both skis bent, the core visible, binding pieces falling out all over. We'd flown Northwest out of Detroit and transfered to Delta in Minneapolis so I envisioned having to fight with not one but two airlines to get some kind of compensation. All credit to Delta, though; they sent us to a ski shop which gave me new skis (K2 Phat Luvs) to replace the broken ones, no fighting necessary. I was very pleasantly surprised by how they handled it.
As for the skiing, it was fun, of course. We spent most of the week at The Canyons with side trips to Deer Valley, Alta, and Sundance (which was well worth it if only to eat dinner at the Claim Jumper in Heber City, where all the food was excellent and the piece of cake I got for dessert was almost as big as my head). I liked the Canyons a lot more than the only other time I'd been there because this time I could use more of the mountain and didn't end up on the tour of fine ski homes (aka Harmony) so much.
Pictures from the trip here.
As for the skiing, it was fun, of course. We spent most of the week at The Canyons with side trips to Deer Valley, Alta, and Sundance (which was well worth it if only to eat dinner at the Claim Jumper in Heber City, where all the food was excellent and the piece of cake I got for dessert was almost as big as my head). I liked the Canyons a lot more than the only other time I'd been there because this time I could use more of the mountain and didn't end up on the tour of fine ski homes (aka Harmony) so much.
Pictures from the trip here.
