Message #16820

[LivingProof]

I've an old tee shirt that reads:
Skiing is a dance with a mountain, and,
the mountain always leads.

I feel very small in mountains. The road up Little Cottonwood Canyon is awesome...in the literal sense, as the steepness just dominates. I seem to remember Alta/Snowbird called the avalanche capital's of America. I can understand the lust to get out and ski powder after a long summer. But, damn, bring your brain.

My thoughts go out to his family who has to pick up the pieces. I can't find it in me to glorify someone who had to have the longest huck.