400 inches
AVERAGE SNOWFALL
VERTICAL 1,700 feet
NUMBER OF RUNS
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SERVED ACRES
LIFT 828
Complexity Simple
SOLITUDE REWARDS CAREFUL REFLECTION.
Veiled by aspen, stark as skeletons, the wary mountain shields her soul.
Ascertaining the nature of any ski area is an elusive thing. Many are defined by size, by altitude, by attitude, by ameni- ties, by service, by vertical feet. So it is with Solitude, but there is more here, a depth that must be examined. Solitude withholds its true nature like a coy child daring you into a hiding game.
Through shadowed trail, from crystal glade, over slender ridge she calls: Further.
Solitude is not a large resort. At 1,200 acres you can circle its perimeter in less than one hour. And this is a fine thing to do—seek its sum in its parts, define its edges, its limits. But you still have not discovered its nature. You know only its range.
Blinded by tranquil
sunrise, one misses the truth: Dragons become her.
A Family Affair A
A small, friendly resort, Beaver
WHERE EVERYONE KNOWS YOUR NAME. fter three winters of skiing just weekends at Beaver, I signed on as
a ski instructor in 2016. That season, I got to know the Seeholzer family, who owns and runs the resort. Marge Seeholzer (the namesake for Marge’s Triple lift) sells tickets at the ticket window nearly every day of the season. Check out her story on page 16. She delights in bragging about the great snow at Beaver and hearing about all the children in lessons and the entertaining things they say and do. Her granddaughters play in the snow on any day there is no school and often ski around in costume as a beaver, Batman or Snoopy at the annual Snoopy Carnival. Marge greets regulars by name, and after a couple days on Beaver Mountain, you can count on finding friendly faces in the lodge or in the parking lot heating bratwurst over coals on the grill. It is truly a special place because everyone is family at the Beav. —Keelin Schaffrath, Beaver Mountain Ski School
Mountain is the kind of place where after one day you'll feel like a local.
Solitude is not a high resort, nor is it low. Its elevation ranges from 8,000 to 10,000 feet, and its drops are fast and quick. And taking a ride from the top of Summit chair into the depths of Hon- eycomb Canyon is a fine thing to do. Now you know only its highs and lows.
Past the point of no
return she waits; there, one may know her peaks and depths.
Solitude lives in its folds and crevices in the rich realm inside. It is beyond the gates and in the trees. It is climbing up Fantasy Ridge, it is in the lift-locked trails off of Sunrise and on the Sol- Bright trail. It is on the traverse above Honeycomb Canyon. It is everywhere you look, hiding in plain sight.
She is honeycomb:
tough, complex, and sweeter drawn through struggle and sting.
She is solitude:
content I know that she is content without me.
—by Jeremy Pugh —Haiku by Matthew D. LaPlante 68
skiutah.com | 2016–17
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