Sitting at my desk at 11:00 a.m., wondering about the success of the passing storm I casually checked the snow report and saw it snowed 26 inches at Sundance. I coughed twice while walking backwards out the door mumbling vague excuses, and then drove as fast as I could toward the montain. Once there, I was practically alone, except a handful of vagrant snowboarders....Besides the sketchy weather, the place was buckeling down for the film festival. I took a hard, agressive push on the first run and realized that snow was only about 4 inches powder on top of rocky ice from the frozen rain just days before. I skiied hard until I hit a bad block of ice going really fast, tumbled forward onto my shoulder, and then slid down a really steep mountain upside down on my back. I spent 30 seconds looking at the sky behind my skis which were up in the air behind me as I hit the tops of a hill full of frozen moguls. I went back to work by 2:00 and felt depressed about global warming. I re-read the National Weather Service report and saw what I had sadly missed hours before. I read snowfall: 2-6 inches. I missed the hyphen. That's what I get for wishful thinking. | 