The irony of modern convenience is despite all the so-called efficiencies, I always feel rushed. I’m routinely checking emails and social media in the bathroom, talking on the headset while washing dishes, and my lap-top frequently finds its way on to the couch or bed.
So is the case with the modern ski vacation. What used to be enjoyed over a full week is too-often compressed into three days.
That was my experience with my childhood best friend Mike last February. We'd been skiing together for over twenty years, starting as awkward New Jersey teens to later as twenty-something, powder-seeking weekend warriors based in Denver.
However, now in our late-thirties and back on the East Coast, we were at the mercy of our tireless children and over-tired wives, who were kind enough to relieve us from diaper-changing duties to make a few ski turns.
Should you find yourself in a similar predicament with big ski ambitions yet limited time, its hard to top Park City, Utah—considering the many direct flights, short commute from airport to mountains, world-class skiing, the “lake-effect” snow, and an enchanting old-west town.
