Week and a half ago we were doing the Wednesday night thing on concrete. For the first hour we were there, there were a bunch of kids from school groups still on the hill, snowboarding and free-skiing (not racers). It was absolutely DEAFENING riding up the lift. Even one kid heel-siding down through the park was enough to make the whole lift cable vibrate, it seemed. The worst was the first ride up, because we hadn't been on the snow ourselves. As a result we spent the whole trip basically saying to each other, "holy crap, this is gonna be seriously ugly!"
Feel reasonably confident that, whatever we hit in Utah, it's not gonna be that, Lord be praised.
I heard that it is supposed to start puking a tsunami of snow the moment you get on the plane.
In Maine. No worries. I will dedicate a bottomless run in your honor.
In the meantime, I will try to get that sour grapes taste out of my mouth.
Happy trails you all. Hope your time is epic.