![]() I told Alex about the infamous "Terminal Cancer Couloir" as if it were some magical place that existed in a far off time. The daydreams of skiing unfamiliar terrain above the barren desert had risen from its dormant state. Three and a half hours past Salt Lake City, my eyes laid rest on the gem of the Nevada desert, The Ruby Mountains. The newfound responsibility was overwhelming, tho we bullshit and spit rap lyrics all day at the resort together. It's the first time I've ever traveled further than 30 minutes with a teen, and I'm sure the first ski road trip Alex has ever taken with a coach or adult besides parents of the other athletes. Training day meant we had to get out a day earlier than the parents could due to work restrictions, and i volunteered to take young buck Alex Lundstrom with me. I coach a big mountain team out of Park City, and the boys had a their Championships at Lake Tahoe. I've gotten lost in this daze plenty a times, but it wasn't until this spring that the perfect opportunity arose to ski it. ![]() If you've ever driven i80 west from Salt Lake to California, you're sure to have passed a band of mountains in the middle, drawing your attention dangerously away from the road to daydreaming of fantasy lines with surreal lookouts. ![]()
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