just found myself early, early on the top of a snowy mountain in salt lake. no one was there and I was impressed with my early-rising intrepidness (this from my 5am serene delta drive last week, perhaps. should really do that more often; probably won't). Anyway, it's really really windy and weathery and I have a gas skiing down the deep, powder-covered long and steep and tree-filled slope. I am cold, but happy. I stop to take a picture and when I get my gloves off and frame the camera on my beautiful hill it is suddenly packed, PACKED with people. I try to get around them and ski down the now very slushy hill and realize I no longer have skis, boots, socks.
There is some bit about someone creating snow at the base where there was none and nobody before.. This is not interesting. I forgot a bunch and now I'm bored with this. but it was fun. amazing to have the mountain all to myself. total freedom. and no lift ticket! and no 12 dollar chili.
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