It seemed like everything fit in perfectly today – if one were anticipating a comedy of errors. Perhaps this was fitting for my first day on ‘reverse camber skis.’ Got out with Travis and Jack, but before we headed anywhere, I was late because I initially forgot my beacon. Who needs a beacon – we ski groomers here in Utah (this year!)?
On our way up Little Cottonwood Canyon, a digital sign warned us of an accident ahead. Miles later, we were in the traffic jam, noting that most people don’t turn their vehicles off in such time-fluid situations. After some time, we turned around and headed to Big Cottonwood Canyon instead.
Pondering the myriad possibilities – thin snow, thinner snow, dirt, rocks, or a bit more snow, we pushed up to this season’s familiar, well-worn terrain, intent on skiing down in some pow. Travis drew blood Continue reading ‘My First Day on Reverse Camber Skis’


