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Cameron pores over one tough puzzle. - IMG_3240
Done with walking, he slides down. - IMG_3241
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Matt and Emily, the trip's pros, take on some moguls. - IMG_3247
At Snowbird, they've actually drilled a hole through the mountain with a conveyor belt you take to get to the backside. - IMG_3248
View from the top of the backside/Mineral Basin. Leslie and Bryan. - IMG_3249
Emily and Matt - IMG_3251
Bryan rests in the only way a snowboarder can: on his ass. - IMG_3252
Cameron nibbles the chocolaty outside of a Butterfinger so that she can suck on its innards. - IMG_3253
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Coming home from day two, a view of the smog over Salt Lake City that (we're told) only collects in the winter. - IMG_3259
Day three: Brighton. A little flurry of snow falling when we arrive intensifies throughout the day, eventually dropping 10 inches. Powder paradise! - IMG_3261
Marc relaxes with a well-earned drink at the end of day 3. - IMG_3263
And so does Bryan. - IMG_3265
Emily and Matt, survivors as well. - IMG_3268
The price of all that snow at Brighton was a 10-15 MPH ride home down through the valley. - IMG_2970
It's the morning of our first ski outing: Solitude. We huddle around the computer. - IMG_2971
We arrive at Solitude, park in the front row, and grab a trail map to plot our morning's skiing.