I made it to Snowbird before it was too late. The last “regular” Sunday of the season brings out all of the local riff-raff (The Bird will be open weekends through Memorial Day). Like the final day at Alta where the crowd gathers on top of High Rustler, core riders arrived at the top of Hidden Peak to party and celebrate what has come to be one of the biggest powder seasons of the decade. Beer, barbecues, buddies. As a fitting close, the sunny skies crowded in and squeezed out a shower of heavy, wet snow for my run. With the Peruvian side now off limits, I made my way through the thick waves of resort slush, alternately zipping and stopping as the softer sections grabbed my ski bases then released them. As I wound down Regulator, every turn echoed the epic runs of the season – at Snowbasin. Alta, Solitude, Tahoe, Park City, The Canyons, Jackson. This was going to be a very long summer.