Last runs and Nature’s say
After a solo afternoon spent seeking out and slashing undiscovered powder stashes, and brisk negotiations with trees and moguls for lines from top to bottom, I took one more run into the growing shadows of dusk. My conversation with Nature wasn’t quite done. I wanted one last say amid the darkening trees and fading ridge lines. I wanted to acknowledge the gradient of blue trailing into the late-winter sky. But more, I didn’t want to say goodbye and let the magic dim with the night. So I lingered, the last guest past last call. But if you’ve been there you know, that’s when the real magic shows itself.
And Saturday, Nature had the last say—this halcyon alpine sunset that illuminated the valley and any hearts privy to it.