They were talking about it all Friday long, they of the fat skis and frameless goggles: The National Weather Service in Salt Lake City has issued a winter storm warning for heavy snow and strong winds, which is in effect from midnight tonight to noon MST Sunday. When we had lunch at the Seven Summits Club, where the hostess asked us if we’d like to wear sheepskin slippers while we dined (we obliged as if this sort of thing happens all the time when we’re skiing), they were talking about it in the buffet line between the lox platter and the carving station. Affected area: the Wasatch Mountains of northern Utah. When we clomped into Snowbird’s 125-person blue tram and squeezed together until we were breathing into each other’s waterproof-breathables, they were talking about it. Snow accumulations: 10 to 20 inches through Sunday morning with locally higher amounts possible southeast of the Great Salt Lake. When we drank what the locals drink for après (a shot and a beer for five bucks, which today was a Beam and a PBR) at the Tram Club—an underground bar where the only windows look onto massive red bullwheels turning—they were also turning, to each other, over their cheese fries and ranch dressing and talking about it. How big is it going to be? Is Sunday going to be the deepest day of our lives?