red serpent

Seven a.m.—powder day.  Make coffee, grab a quick bite, pack gear into car—off for the races by eight.  Stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic by eight-thirty.  “It’s Saturday,” you remember. Little Cottonwood Canyon is always packed on a Saturday powder day. Thirty minutes pass and you make it a half-mile to the mouth of the canyon—it’s still dumping hard.  As you creep […]