About 40 years ago myself and a group of ski buddies used to go out west to Jackson Hole for a week of skiing for several consecutive years. We would stay in the very inexpensive ski hostile lodging at the base of the mountain and get woken up in the morning, after a good snow dumping, to the sound of the howitizer avalanche control blasting. We would jump out of bed, shake off the typical hangover, grab some breakfast, and get in line for the first tram of the day so we could carve out first tracks in the virgin fresh powder. Fond memories of the days when I still had the knees I was born with : )
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