“Summer had long since given way to fall, and fall quickly gave way to winter. As the high country settled into winter’s embrace, a north wind blew down Gallatin Canyon. Predicting that this would be the first decent accumulation of the season, I dug out my skies from the back of the closet, heated my waxing iron, and called up a buddy. We made plans for an early start and an adventure into the unknown for the next morning. “
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