Not long ago, my flight into Vail was diverted to Denver, as the conditions were so snowy that the plane couldn’t dip into the mountains and land safely. As it turned out, this had not been a problem for many weeks, and it was only a problem that day because of what had occurred a few hours earlier: a snow dance.
My front-page story for the Journal today details that very ceremony at Vail’s base and also mentions a few more recent snow dances in Park City and Lake Tahoe. In other words, even the most powerful ski resorts in the world are sometimes desperate enough to use that same tired-and-true method you used in middle school, when a blizzard was forecasted and you had a quiz the next day. Also, here’s some audio of me yapping about the snow dance on a podcast, some video of the snow dance, and more video of me talking about the snow dance, though not me snow dancing while talking about the snow dance.
You might ask if Eddie Box Jr., the Southern Ute who led the Vail snow dance, stuck around the mountain to shred himself. Actually, he wasn’t too interested in the white stuff. He hasn’t skied since he was a twentysomething and visited a mountain known as Purgatory. His last run is now named Lower Hades.