The bird opened up the American Fork Twins this week and we got there on the entirely wrong day. The snow was kind of tracked out and I got tossed on the run out of Pipeline. It was my first time up there and we got on top of three different summits over 11,000 feet. Every time I get on top of something it shows me how much more there is to ride. There is a lifetime of lines here in the Wasatch, and I can't wait to ride them.