The drive was so long that I got a little drowsy until I saw this sign.
The red-nosed reindeer warning sign woke me up.

Just what one might expect from a Utah ski area: A couple feet of fresh powder and not many people on the hill.

Just as I arrived, a gaggle of patrollers came out of the base shack carrying a skeleton.

They placed it on the chairlift, laughed, took turns sitting next to it, and then carried it back to the building.
I have no clue what it was about.

At the base.

Pristine powder, just waiting for me.

Only about a thou of vert, but what they've got is a fine local's hill.