Susan Munroe

My new God’s name is Ullr. Floating. Floating all day. On 24 inches of freshies, on good vibes between friends, on rays of sun sparkling on snow crystals in the air. Floating in the afterglow of a fantastic day. The Wasatch got dumped with snow all day yesterday, and I called in “overwhelmed” at my [...]

This is what I tell my co-workers at the Brighton Resort Ski School when they roll their eyes about “icy conditions”.  To which they respond, “You must be from the east coast.”  The last week has been warm, the snow soft and thin in patches (this is, after all, pre-Thanksgiving skiing), but it has not [...]