Ski Fever in the Mud Season

October in Park City means that each and every day is mixed with hints of Winter and Summer. A few days ago I woke up to 3 inches of snow on my door step, yet today was in the low 70's. The smell of wet summer grass is quickly fading away and will soon be replaced with the crispness of jack frost. I'm looking forward to leaving behind lazy summer mornings and 90 degree heat. Living directly between Deer Valley Resort and Park City Mountain Resort means getting jarred out of bed with every snow fall. Avalanche charges at 7am followed by frantic phone calls at 7:15am is the only way to wake up. Forget the alarm clock, forget the automatic coffee pot that tries to arouse you in the morning with it's irresistible aroma. Nothing gets your blood moving in the morning like rolling into your gear, half asleep, and trying to catch first chair.

As the fall colors slowly disappear and mother nature airbrushes the mountains white, a whole new group of young and old ski bums begin their trek to Park City. The town is on the verge of coming out of it's social hibernation, reinvigorated with new locals and familiar faces as we near December. It's getting closer. I can see the look in people eyes that are ready. People that have already put on their gear, popped into their skis, and sat on their couch watching ski movies desperately seeking a fix of the stuff that keeps them alive. It's a very delicate mixture of passion, obsession, and love. It's also a sickness. Ski fever. No amount of beer, food, biking, golfing, or hiking will cure it.

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