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And we made it. Wade had even packed some winter gear.

We did this trip on the five and dime. Stayed out past the airport off I80 and rented this little from wheel drive Ford. Not exactly the ultimate winter experience. Then there would be the snow storm. Here we are in this little put put of a car heading down I215 with little visibility and the sides of the highway are littered with overturned vehicles. Particularly SUVs, perhaps because people think they are immune to skidding or they just didn't know how to drive them. I broke my golden rule of never to be caught without 4 wheel drive out there in winter. We drive on.

62nd so. was a disaster area. It's this 5% grade that gets you up the first foothill off the highway. Slick as a sheet of ice and everyone is stopped facing random directions. Once we stopped to not hit anyone we necame stuck too. I learned in school that anything can fly with enough thrust but there wasn't any path. So we waited and the more we waited the more impatient I became. Hell, I'm from New York, let's show you how it's done back east.

These 2 wheel drive cars are for the birds. Pulls left. Rotates right. Slips backwards. All the time trying to navigate this mine field of other cars in the way. The big trucks are simply driving over the snowbanks yelling at all of us with these cars where we are not supposed to be. The trick is to go with the rotation and if you find yourself heading back down, that's what the R is for. 500 feet in 20 minutes. Nothing seemed to phase him.

Now coming up to the intersection of 72nd so. There are three choices. Big Cottonwood, Little Cottonwood straight ahead up this very steep hill and a nice big parking lot with shuttle service. I may have attended MIT but I'm also a guy. Option B. With enough speed we can take this hill without having to lose traction. Not quite going fast enough but I pulled out of it. Ok, I've had enough fun for one day and we can't drive this thing into the canyon. Another lot. We're taking the bus.

These buses have a great invention. The driver pushes a button and suddenly chains are deployed around all the tires. I want one of these contraptions. We got there in one piece.


My Travels Salt Lake City December, 1997 2003 2002 2001 2000 1998 1996 1994 back top		Wade having some issues at Alta. And we made it. Wade had even packed some winter gear. We did this trip on the five and dime. Stayed out past the airport off I80 and rented this little from wheel drive Ford. Not exactly the ultimate winter experience. Then there would be the snow storm. Here we are in this little put put of a car heading down I215 with little visibility and the sides of the highway are littered with overturned vehicles. Particularly SUVs, perhaps because people think they are immune to skidding or they just didn't know how to drive them. I broke my golden rule of never to be caught without 4 wheel drive out there in winter. We drive on. 62nd so. was a disaster area. It's this 5% grade that gets you up the first foothill off the highway. Slick as a sheet of ice and everyone is stopped facing random directions. Once we stopped to not hit anyone we necame stuck too. I learned in school that anything can fly with enough thrust but there wasn't any path. So we waited and the more we waited the more impatient I became. Hell, I'm from New York, let's show you how it's done back east. These 2 wheel drive cars are for the birds. Pulls left. Rotates right. Slips backwards. All the time trying to navigate this mine field of other cars in the way. The big trucks are simply driving over the snowbanks yelling at all of us with these cars where we are not supposed to be. The trick is to go with the rotation and if you find yourself heading back down, that's what the R is for. 500 feet in 20 minutes. Nothing seemed to phase him. Now coming up to the intersection of 72nd so. There are three choices. Big Cottonwood, Little Cottonwood straight ahead up this very steep hill and a nice big parking lot with shuttle service. I may have attended MIT but I'm also a guy. Option B. With enough speed we can take this hill without having to lose traction. Not quite going fast enough but I pulled out of it. Ok, I've had enough fun for one day and we can't drive this thing into the canyon. Another lot. We're taking the bus. These buses have a great invention. The driver pushes a button and suddenly chains are deployed around all the tires. I want one of these contraptions. We got there in one piece. Wade was a convert to wetsern skiing, like so many of us before him. He looked forward to doing this again. But he would never make it. Now when I run, I think of him sometimes.