By Keith Liggett One of the anomalies of living in a town with a ski hill is the seasonal convergence of winter and spring. The hill is closed. Snow remains deep within sight, actually only a few minutes walk up the mountain. At the same time, in the valley bottom, our neighbors are setting up [...]
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By Keith Liggett The wildness of the mountains defines my life and the person I am today. Let’s take one little anecdote. Several years ago Rich and I were up in the Teton’s to climb the Grand. Our planned route was a moderate climb by any standard. As so often happens, we woke in the [...]
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By Keith Liggett Most of my years since graduating from college have been spent in mountain valleys. Many of those years I spent in a now famous valley I’ll leave un-named for the same reason I don’t tell people of my favorite fishing holes on well known rivers. While I may no longer have it [...]
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By Keith Liggett Last night I drove to the nearby airport to pick up a friend. As I passed through road cuts leaving town, I noticed snowballs dropping off the steep faces and rolling into the ditch beyond the shoulder of the road. A clear indicative sign of extreme snow instability. Time for the annual [...]
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By Keith Liggett I woke to rain this morning. Rain to the top. A scrim of rain broke the fine detail of the mountains from town. Until moving to the Columbia Basin, rain never intruded into my skiing life. My earliest memories of skiing involve foggy mornings and being bundled half-awake into the car in [...]
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By Keith Liggett I wake. Nothing changed since I went to bed at 11 the night before. Snow falls heavy backlit by the streetlight across the street. Simply more. Snow, nothing but snow. The phone lines are stacked a few inches high. Only the top half the wheels are visible on Dave’s car parked under [...]
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By Keith Liggett They call it stormy Monday, But Tuesday’s just as bad. They call it stormy Monday, But Tuesday’s just as bad. Wednesday’s worse, And Thursday’s oh so sad. Stormy Monday, T-Bone Walker (1947) It was a dark and stormy night. We woke to broken clouds and breaking snow squalls. And, as a typical, [...]
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Monday night it snowed. And then it didn’t snow. and then it snowed. The big tease after a long dry spell. Tuesday morning broke with a bit of snow. No. . . more than a bit, a full 10cm on the official hill site.There almost seemed to be an inversion cloud layer, but it broke [...]
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OPENING SCENE Half-light of early morning. Heavy snowfall. Indistinct shapes of houses and a newly buried car are visible in the near distance through the falling snow. The camera first looks down the length of the street, then pans up to the name of the street on the corner post. The Yellow Brick Road. And [...]
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