Peter Lev’s Alta report did spur up great snow memories. Names of runs I hadn’t thought of in a zillion years, some I didn’t remember, some probably named years after my time there. Lucky the year I was there we didn’t have undue avalanche activity, except the usual. Superior did close the road for a few days, but I think that’s not unusual. The shot of the car upside down on the Alta lodge roof reminded me of a “not so tragic” car incident.
My first car was a 1941 Cadillac which was my dads he gave to me. The first thing I did was pull the back seat out and cut the cross braces so I could put a mattress down and carry my boards inside —– my first RV 🙂 I packed three friends and their gear in and off we drove to Utah for a winter of work and skiing at Alta. Getting there is another story saved for a margarita or 3! Once there and settled, I didn’t even think about, worry about, until probably sometime in March. The car was gone, were the hell did I park it —— it was buried under 10′ of snow. As you can imagine, it took a lot of probing, days of digging and days of trying to start it. Lucky cars built in those days were tough simple and resilient!
In No Bad Waves, published by Patagonia, Mickey Muñoz weaves the story of a California waterman.