Given how the East-Coast season started early, my Day 1 during the second week of December felt late this year. I took the morning flight from Newark and was able to get in more than 2.5 hours at what's become a traditional arrival-day stop in the Cottonwoods: Brighton. The day before, a blustery storm dropped seven or eight inches, which freshened up things nicely.
We started out on the Crest and Snake Creek lifts in the middle. As always, I like the twisty, rolling EC-like trails there. Bright sunshine but looong shadows due to the time of year. By the time we made it over to the Millicent lift at 2:45, most of that sector was in the shade.
Ducked into the woods a few times:
Boarders are still Brighton's major demographic:
Looking off the backside with Timpanogos in the distance:
Solitude's Fantasy in the background:
Random other pix:
In short: a really pleasant day with the only downside that the Great Western lift (most people's preferred terrain at Brighton) wasn't working. At baggage claim, another skier from my flight with a 1970s subway graffiti bag -- mine's on the left: