Day 7, Solitude Mountain/Rosners Double

Good grief – where to start. We headed back to Solitude today….we started our journey sans Paige as she was still gauging her wounds from where her friend ran into her leg yesterday. I’m sure the pictures will surface but until then imagine that instead of a leg Paj was walking around on a standing rib roast. Graham Rosner and I met up with David Rosner (Graham Rosner’s cousin on the Rosner side) and we began our day.

Graham also completed his set of stickers from Big and Little Cottonwood Canyons. In your face Park City!

Paige simply couldn’t stand to be away from the magnetic force of two Rosner’s and came up to meet us on the next bus. What a trooper. The wind was far mightier than we anticipated…kind of felt like what a car experiences in those wind tunnel tests but colder.

We headed to the less windy side of the mountain and played around in the trees, moguls and generally enjoyed being on the mountain together. Speaking of moguls (not Mongols) we’ve forgotten to inform you about Becca’s new ski jargon. No longer will a stand of skiable trees be known as a “glade”…henceforth Becca has declared these areas “orchards.” And, for you freeheelers, you will no longer be known as “telemarkers” you shall be “telemarketers.” Learn it. Live it. Love it.

And there was Jeans Guy.

Becca finally found her gonads (the male ones) today and tackled a black diamond! Literally they descended and caused a series of avalanches. She made it down quickly and safely! (Editor’s note: Becca followed Graham and Dave onto an ungroomed, rock-filled, tree littered orchard that had about a 25 to 35 degree pitch. She was timid at first but after she broke the seal on her first turn she linked the rest together and ran it out like a rockstar). She mocks her conquest below.

Dave, on the other hand, thought he had something to prove coming from Snowbird. He took it upon himself to level a stand of aspens just so he could make a snow angel right below the lift. It was a great snow angel.

We stopped for lunch and refueled for the afternoon. Becca headed to the restroom and somehow slipped and fell on a wet tile. Since she was not wearing her skis she couldn’t release like she did earlier in the day. Mind you she was drinking Vitamin water! Fortunately, no one saw her fall but the bartender…

So, we’re packed and ready to say goodbye to The Kimball with its plush furniture and red carpets (nice). This evening will be spent packing, finishing the food and alcohol and planning for possible layovers.

Goodbye The Kimball. Goodbye The Mormons. Goodbye The Twisted Bus System. Goodbye The 3.2% alcohol beer. We’re on the way back to Richmond and bringing the snow with us. We will recap the trip and share our new discoveries about Mormon mating habits tomorrow.

EDIT: Quote of the day: "Why are you carrying a snowboard?" - From lower than average Mormon gent to Paj who was fully decked out in snowboarding gear.