Let's get the expected 'magnificent mountain view taken at 10,000 feet' out of the way. Been there done that. Although this picture was taken at Deer Valley, it is not my 'D'. Utah displays stunning geology.
The contrast to other local ski areas is vastly entertaining. When we were skiing at Park City, walkways to the on-mountain restaurants were not shoveled. Ramps off the lifts were sheets of untended ice. Grooming was skied off steeper slopes early, revealing wind-scoured ice under the steep 'signature' slopes. It is all part of the ski adventure, until you buy a lift ticket at Deer Valley. THEN, you understand customer service.
The first picture is the slope from the base area to the lift. Snow accumulation makes for the literal slippery slope. The man in green wields a hedge trimmer, and makes a stairway to heaven. The walk to the lift (in ski boots, no ankle flexion, and carrying 10 pounds of skis and poles) morphs to simple. And then, the casual skier catches the artist at work. One can only smile when the steps are joined with a happy face carved by Mr. Green.
So, indeed, I've been a lazy-ass knitblogger. A WIP report is due.