December 2-5… A.P. helps me load my skis and duffel bag into the back of his truck. It's 4:30 am. Sammo sits shotgun. We're about to leave Salt Lake City, Utah. It's dark, it's cold, and there is almost no snow in the Wasatch Mountains. Tomorrow, December 2, is opening day at Alta Ski Area, our home resort. It's A.P. 's first time missing Alta's opening day. It's probably Sammo's as well, but he's stoke ranting about where we're headed, his mind moving too quickly to dwell on the place we're leaving.