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Making Grown Men Cry Since 1992
I am skiing with a friend. We cut through the trees and out onto a catwalk. We reach the top of an impossible slope. It is a series of switchbacks traversing down thousands of feet across a vertical boulder cliff face. The track is glare ice. Finish times are recorded for those who attempt it. We turn back and encounter my neighbor strapping on an oxygen tank. He will give the run a try.