No new snow in a while, but the ridge of high pressure on our thin snowpack has subdued our meagre accumulation into unconsolidated sugar snow---faceted re-crystalizations of the original fluffy flakes, the stuff you can't make snowballs with. It hisses as your skis glide by.
We headed up the White Pine drainage, one valley over from Snowbird's boundary but a world apart.
Climbing high on Red Baldy, with views to the Phiperhorn---the tallest peak in the central Wasatch wilderness.
The avalanche danger was low but we practiced our techniques, spotting each other as we zig-zag between safe vantages.
The sugar snow that collected in the little chutes off Red Baldy's northwestern aspects skied OK. Not a bad first day.