General rule of thumb: When it rains in Scottsdale in the ‘winter’, chances are good that it’s snowing just north of the valley. Hello ski season!
We had our doubts about the Arizona Snowbowl. Something seemed odd about pulling ourselves away from our pool to go dig out the woolies and down coats and find reason to use them in this crazy state of ours. How is it possible to drive two hours outside the desert and wind up in a place with enough snow to call a ski basin??
Somehow – it is. Lucky enough to pass the time during the long(ish) car ride snoozing, I closed my eyes and left this….
And woke up to this.
Fresh, powdery, white SNOW!!! So you don’t have to bear the bitter Chicago winters to get your fix after all.
Scenery aside, on to the skiing…
Having set immensely low expectations, we were … dare I say, pretty blown away. Now now, keep in mind – we had pictured the entire Snowbowl to be a slushy bunny hill with a tow lift, so anything even a notch or two above that would have been a pleasant surprise. The other key factor here: the conditions. How could I be anything but giddy with a foot of fresh powder coming down before my very eyes?
I could have done without my wipeout on our first run and the amount of bros on boards, but overall – magical day.