Explore the journey — one trail, museum, meal, and memory at a time.
Brighton Ski Resort
An early morning arrival at Brighton Resort turned into a day where everything clicked: good snow, easy lift conversations, steep runs, and a growing sense of comfort at altitude. Between skiing, reflections on the Great Salt Lake, and a final evening in Salt Lake City, the day felt both grounded and forward-looking, setting the stage for the road ahead toward the Sun Tunnels and the Bonneville Salt Flats.
Solitude Ski Resort
An early morning drive up Big Cottonwood Canyon led to a calm, midweek ski day at Solitude Mountain Resort. From empty parking lots and smooth, rhythmic turns to dehydration lessons, forgotten boot buckles, ski lodge fries, and a quiet return to the city, the day unfolded without spectacle—just solid skiing and a mountain that doesn’t try too hard.
Snow Bird and Alta Ski Resorts
My first two ski days in Utah delivered everything I hoped for—fresh snow at Snowbird, deeper powder and longer runs at Alta, and the kind of mountain moments that remind you why skiing never gets old. Back near the Utah State Capitol that night, the UConn–Providence rivalry game turned into a late-night classic, draining whatever energy I had left in the best possible way.