Explore the journey — one trail, museum, meal, and memory at a time.
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.