Alta is for skiers!

Due to a break in life when I went to the west coast to go ski among Mormons, my blogging has been less than regular of date. I suppose it depends on whether someone likes mountains and skiing, so some people might not find these things cool, but I grew up as a mountain person and will always be one.

So here is Alta in the twenties:

The old Collins lift (with the difference of the single chair, it looks the same today):

Ski jumping is badass. Ski jumping in the forties is even more badass:

Doesn't she look the picture of casual, athletic elegance? I wish I looked that feminine when I ski:


And my own, exceedingly less cool photos:

The glory that is High Rustler:

This could have been taken somewhere in New England, not outside of a cheap motel room on the highway:

Upton the friendly brontosaurus, upon further perusal not a great photo because of the windshield. I noticed though that for an uberconservative, working-class neighborhood there were a lot of strange references. I went running on Hemmingway Street and Woodstock Road. Sinclair is just a western company I think, I saw them many places:

Mountains, Gandalf, mountains! (I just out-nerded myself there, I am sorry, I'll go play Magic:The Gathering by myself in a corner)

Alta summed up: