Thursday, November 11, 2010


I stared out into the trees. The clouds had moved in and snow was faintly falling. I sat alone as my group could scarcely be heard chatting in the background about the run we had just taken. The snow and the clouds have a way of washing out noise making everything seem whispered. Winter is here.

Tanner, Ben, Glen, Tony, and I met up and hiked Alta. Today was a day for high-speed turns in bottomless powder. It was a good day with some good friends.

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