Though it will be day three on skis, it will be my first strapping
skins to my skis and journeying into the mountains. The hum of Moffat
Tunnel will slowly fade to the wind with only our deep breath to
remind us of our existence. Earning our turns to experience the glory
of the wild and remind ourselves we are meager in our existence. In
the wild our presence is prominent and can be countered with great
consequence, so we will tread lightly out of necessity and respect. It is our hope that humility and patience will lead to exaltation as
we carve through powder with grins on our faces. We have waited. We are ready.
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