My father likes to sum up Deer Valley with one memory from an early family ski trip to Utah. To paraphrase the image of one of Utah's most upscale ski resorts according to Mark Diedrich, "When I saw the guy carving a swan out of ice in the lodge, I knew we didn't belong there."
The opulence of Deer Valley may have frozen my brother, father and I like the Wisconsin slopes we were accustomed to skiing, but since then, after skiing every resort in the spectrum ( from Pomerelle's crowded lodge and lonely two fixed chair lifts near Burley, Idaho to the lush, timber lodges and innumerable high speed quads of Sun Valley 90 miles north) what I've discovered is that you can say whatever you want about the amenities or clientele of a ski area, but all that really matters to me is the skiing.
My side job bequeaths the privilege of free skiing, a generous perk for the price of working retail and returning used mountain boots with a smile. So this morning, thanks to an "invitation" from Deer Valley, I was able to get a quick 16,000' in before heading into the office. It's one of the few Utah resorts where you can accumulate that kind of vertical in such a short amount of time and by the second high speed lap on a groomer, my quads could tell this wasn't the usual AM ski.
There are always nice people at Deer Valley and no one would be there if they didn't love what I love: skiing. Sure, I can gripe about the ticket price and how the current pace of development makes me feel like this season's mogul run will take me through some overpaid CEO's wet bar next season. Then again, during Sundace, it could be Scarlett Johansson's wet bar [YEAHHHH]... or Mario Lopez' wet bar [BOOOO].