It was the first time we’d been able to ski together in years—the last time we made it happen we were all living in Montana, hanging on to a windswept snowpack by the skin of our teeth. That wasn’t going to be the case today. It was deep out there.
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It was the first time we’d been able to ski together in years—the last time we made it happen we were all living in Montana, hanging on to a windswept snowpack by the skin of our teeth. That wasn’t going to be the case today. It was deep out there.