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Hundred Days



The Mountain Pulse Jackson Hole Skiing Snowboarding

Two blinking lights peered out through the white wash. Then they were gone. Snow whipped across my windshield in a haze, stripped off the steep walls lining the road. In all my times driving the stretch from Jackson to Driggs, I’ve never been so gripped on the wheel. Vehicles were strewn along turn-outs with nowhere to go, spinning their tires to no avail. A quick glance into their windows revealed faces filled with angst. Meanwhile, skiers and riders sported pow-eating grins along the sides of the road with thumbs extended. -Z

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