Utah

On this coming Sunday, I am heading out to Park City, Utah with my dad to do some real skiing. Park City definitely has a certain cachet among skiers and snowboarders and is renowned for its ethereal snowflakes or "the greatest snow on Earth," as they call it. I planned out the entire trip on my own and now my dad and I are set for a perfect trip to the mountains. And while it is almost all planned, my dad does get a little upset with me because I can be very capricious when it comes to choosing the mountains that we're going to ski. I just can't make up my mind. The only thing that I'm afraid of is that I will have ennui for the mountains back home after this trip because they simply can't compare. Unfortunately this trip will be ephemeral because we can only spend three days there, but I have a feeling that I will not want to go home after experiencing western skiing.