As this epic road trip was making it’s last turns, we had to make a decision where to ride on our last day in Utah. Park City was only six miles away from where we were staying, we could have gone to The Canyons again, or make the trip up to Brighton for the day. We had heard from numerous sources that Brighton would be the place to score some pow and have a good time, so we loaded up the Neon and headed up the mountain. Of course there was a chain stop before you could head up. As you remember, we bought the chains in Mammoth, lost one in Tahoe, and this is how we lost the other. As Andrew pretended to put on the left chain after he put on the right, the cop waved us on and let us go by. The clunky chain was holding us back to only go 30 mph and of course we were pissing off a lot of four-wheel SUVs and trucks behind us. We were only ONE mile from Brighton when we heard a loud clunking and then smooth riding after the chain fell off. We all kind of held our breath hoping that it didn’t wrap around the axel, but all seemed clear. Phew. So there you go.. no more chains.. one in California, one in Utah- let’s do this.

Trees and powder all day.

Trees and powder all day.

Andrew Casali getting a grab off some rocks.

Andrew Casali getting a grab off some rocks.

We went with the twilight pass which would let us ride from noon till nine at night. We didn’t get to make it over to the far chair but we kept busy with the rest of the resort. There was a point we ended up going through a couple of signs that said “Experts Only” and I just shrugged as I cruised by to find some fresh, untouched lines. Some of the best times were in those backwoods of Brighton. When it got to night we felt so in our element. We are used to riding at night and on groomed hills, so we were cruising through the hills and past others when the lights came on. Andrew is pulling 5′s over a jump that other kids couldn’t get enough speed for, so he was pumped. No photos though. I feel as though I failed as a photog by putting down my larger camera and just enjoying myself with some real riding. I have had my fun though and now it’s back to work and back to taking photos on the hill.

The skies cleared up for a good hour or two.

The skies cleared up for a good hour or two.

In conclusion, it was hard to pick a winner. Unfortunately, Tahoe was kicked to the curb because of the cruddy weather we had there. I’m sure Northstar could have held up it’s own but not for us. Between Mammoth, The Canyons, and Utah it was a tough overall choice but if we were able to ride just one place again, it would have to be Brighton. Mammoth was solid, don’t get us wrong but when you ride California pow one day and Utah pow the next- it is undeniable. California snow is so heavy, while Utah you can just sail through the trees and feel like you’re in the clouds. Of course, we were disappointed that we missed the biggest snowfall in Mammoth in god knows how long. Nine feet at the peak?! Unreal. But if we had stayed in Mammoth a day longer, my car would have never made it out and we would have been stuck for a solid two weeks. We were doing the complete opposite of what any normal rider would be doing.. we were going away from the storm. Utah granted us with epic pow days though and kept snowing day and night, so it’s hard to complain. As an extra plus, Park City night life wins. I love me some Euro-trash techno bars.

This isn't even that deep.

This isn't even that deep.

It’s going to be hard to head back to the Midwest. At this point, I can clearly see grass on the ground and the hills around town are packed with noobs and families until the holidays are over. Our 4o0 foot peak is hard to handle with three lifts and twenty minute to wait in line. It has been real at Transworld and I can’t thank everyone on staff enough. Now it is time for me to take control of the Midwest. Last post. I’m out.