It's Dumping... I'm Jonesing!

This time of year I always have a very anxious feeling in my stomach. I JUST CAN'T WAIT until there is at least an 80" base at Brighton. Excuse me for a moment while I slip into my day dream...

...I wake up in the morning and find that it has dumped another foot or more of fresh powder. Greg and I throw on our snowboarding pants, grab the rest of our gear and jump in the car, after clearing off a foot of light, powdery snow from the hood and windshield. We drop by Einsteins for a bagel and coffee to eat on the ride up the canyon. They are stopping all the vehicles at the mouth of Big Cottonwood to make sure you have 4x4 or chains. That's always the first sign of an epic day. When we finally get into the canyon it's dumping so hard we can barely see the road, it's a long ride up the canyon and we have the stereo CRANKED, we always give a shout out to the brothers lost in the struggle. Once we get to Brighton there is not even a whole row of cars in the parking lot. That is always the second sign of an epic day. Greg does a few donuts in the parking lot and I am screaming at him to STOP! (of course, if it was me driving, and I was in the bug, I would have done the same thing). Mollys windows are snow drifted, Milly wont even open for a few more hours due to avalanche control, I have a huge adrenaline rush already pumping through my body. The day is going to be a good one...

Oh, that felt good! Of course, we happened to have a babysitter on that epic day, or maybe it was 5 years ago, either way, it was AWESOME and it was fun to go back there in my mind.