Utah Tales: Brighton review ’11: Big Cottonwood Canyon B
(Part 2 of 7 part series: Utahan Tales, a 5/5 frolic in Utah: ’11-12 ski season)
Today’s visit is the second day in the chain of visits to the SLC area ski resorts. I have skied this area several times in the past, but never had the opportunity to ski Big Cottonwood Canyon, the region that holds two adjacent resorts, Brighton and Solitude. Yesterday it was Solitude. Today it’s Brighton.
Up before sunrise for day two of the Utah frolic” (or day three if we count the evening of the flight that delivered us to the Salt Lake basin.) Down to the breakfast buffet for coffee and food.; even a free USA Today newspaper. I love such a breakfast!
We’re at the slopes for the first tracks ’cause we’re following in yesterdays foot print. Up the canyon, a scenic and delightful; ride, especially when you=re in the “mother-in-law” seat. No responsibility here. Just enjoy the scenery and perhaps even a “breakfast brew”.
Brighton review ’11
Utah’s Big Cottonwood Canyon averages 500 inches of natural snow, Wasatch Powder is the term I prefer. Its a large area spreading over 1,050 skier and rider accessible acres. the vertical is 1,745 feet with 66 named trails, but here are many additional off-piste runs.
Brighton offers diverse terrain accessed by ample lifts. Crowds and lines are simply not a concern. Skiers, riders, young and old are funneled to a centralized base area to ride the lift together again. And descriptive of both Solitude and Brighton and even the entire Salt Lake a region, Utah is a family-friendly culture.
Another picture-perfect day. I duck into the woods and pop out to meet Jeff and Bob who tend to work the finely groomed and manicured runs. But we ride up together. Well almost. On one mid-day ride up, I’m rambling at the mouth bloviating about who knows what and hesitate at the exit point of the high speed quad.
Hey I’ve only been skiing for over a half century and I drill the proper egress lessons into all my students. But he who hesitates (me!) is lost! So I drop off the chair before tripping off the emergency stop. How embarrassing! the drop is only a few feet, but I just not I strong as I think and collapse into a pile of debris as my knees carve upon contact. And springing up on a flat surface is just not feasible anymore.
Bob (immediately joined by Jeff) leads a chorus of guffaws to my total chagrin and complete humiliation. And do you think Bob stops here? NO! He tweets it to the world and doesn’t let it die even to this day.
Again, tail gating is fully in order and socially acceptable. Dinner is taken at Jeff’s recommendation. We just don’t have this quality back home in Western New York. A good night as assessed by male, stag principles.
Repeat of the prior evening but adding a bit of macho-male dialogue prior to nodding off in exhaustion and anticipation of tomorrow’s target: powder mountain, outside of Ogden a bit to the north.
And there are additional resorts on nearby in the Salt Lake Basin environs. we’re here for five days, and it’s our goals to visit at least five new areas. Hence we’ll use the “handle” that is derived from five new areas in five day, the mantra: 5/5.
Come, ski with me!