It felt wrong. In my line of work, I could go to jail for trading on information not generally available to the public; however, insider trading rules don't apply to powder days. I'd just received a text from Linda; short and sweet "Good morning. It's beautiful up here today!" I quickly pulled up the webcam and was shocked to see blue sky and fresh deep powder. The weather forecast had indicated a winter storm warning for at least one more day. Sunday was supposed to be the best day catching a small break between storms. I was already comfortable sitting at my computer getting caught up on notes and journal entries; twenty minutes later, I was hitting I-15 heading to Eagle Point Ski Resort.

The parking lot was full, the lift line longer than average, but it took me a few runs to realize the resort was running a snowcat shuttle taking groups of people to the run named Delano Drop. People were coming in groups, only occasionally, which backed up the lift lines. Most of my runs were shorter and faster (not wanting to wait for the shuttle), and I rarely had to wait in line.

I texted Linda that I was here, and she could get away to catch a few runs with me. We had a blast; the powder was deep but heavy and carved up due to my late arrival. We jumped and turned our way down the runs known as Hoodoos, Tushar, Wolverine, and Moki Steps. Twice we looked at the groups waiting for the shuttle and decided to pass. The southern ridgeline, including Delano Drop, is my favorite terrain; however, I wasn't willing to give up 30-45 minutes to wait my turn. I can do that at Brian Head Ski Resort, just waiting in line. Linda and I had most of the runs we decided to take all to ourselves. Top to bottom empty except two skiers jumping through crud, looking for some POW, and loving every minute of it.