Storm Life

It is five am. It's snowing. The flakes are really big, the size of golf balls. The storm is coming and the stormriders stand ready. Ready to eat powder...

Why?
do we clean toilets
live in slum forts
work for meager wages
wake up early
go to bed late
not sleep
eat crappy lil's
and generally sacrifice stability and security
???

So that when this hits the Wasatch Range we are comfortably tucked in at the top of Hwy 210 while everyone else is stuck somewhere else.

With the only access to the superb skiing of Little Cottonwood Canyon being eight miles of avalanche prone Utah Hwy 210, location is key when closures occur. Sometimes it premeditated. Like now. The road will close at a quarter after six, in about an hour. Outside will close a quarter till seven. Interlodge. No one is allowed to leave the building, for a time. When it lifts it will be on. The stormriders will be ready and waiting, munching grub and stretching out. Game time is near. On man this might be fun...