Its a bit like skiing down a very long hallway.
The Bristlecone forest with the Wheeler cirque in the distance may be one of the most special places in our country.
It felt like a Teton Pass tour with Alaska-sized lines.
Winter was flowing down from the higher elevations like a river of air carrying graupel and small snow particles with it.
We got to Chuter Buck just behind another party who promptly kicked off a 1' deep windslab that ran the length of the shot. They continued.
You can't pull some Trump Administration act in the mountains because you just die.
We parked in 1 Hour Parking because, fuck it, and got on the tram.
This mistake isn't about me its about you. Isn't that weird?
All of the names are mislabeled in the Jackson Hole Ski Atlas, so I still have no idea which is which...and do I care?
I trusted her not to fall. Time to simul-climb!
I looked down at the two of them and Liza laughed the most nervous laugh I'd ever heard.
Donald Trump is our Queen of Hearts, the political pundits are speaking in ways that remind me of the Jabberwocky, and I feel lost in an unfamiliar land...