GMD DISPATCH : Week 6 - When Things Fall Apart
In deep at Rocky Point
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February 4, 2008
Snow in absurd abundance has begun to cause paradoxes with my life. Things seem to be falling apart. My relationship with my girlfriend deteriorated. I've given up on writing projects. Summer job application deadlines pass by without reason. I look terrible and smell worse. I haven't showered, done laundry or shaved in recent memory, and I think I've probably worn this pair of underwear for far too long. I sleep irregularly, eat unhealthy and drink too much. And I don't really care. I'm lost in the snow.
But I regret nothing. This has turned into a dream winter. I've skied over 70 days and I don't remember the last time the snow was bad. I think it was sometime last year. Alta is on its way to a 150-inch base and 450 inches of total snowfall. And it’s early February. Last week, we experienced a sequence of storms that averaged about a foot a day for a week. Last Monday, Little Cottonwood Canyon Highway closed for the entire day, so we once again had Alta to ourselves. On Tuesday, we had a bluebird morning before it started snowing again with 17 inches of new on Wednesday. Tuesday afternoon, I completely dug out my car, and by Thursday, it had once again become lost within a strangely shaped snow bank. It is a stupid amount of snow, and though it is slowly killing me, the skiing is too good to care about anything else.
I remember wondering in late November if it was ever going to snow, and how depressing, or just debaucherous, of a winter it would be if it didn't. I think I was more handsome then, and certainly smarter and more responsible. Well, 450 inches later, we ask ourselves if it is ever gong to stop snowing. Until it does, we are going to continue living like bums, but skiing like kings.
Keenan Hawkins off A frame
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