Old-timey mountaineer with an old-style rucksack on his back telemarks across the rolling hills & flats of Hurricane Ridge. He was the only telemarker in sight amidst a wide range of skis, snowboards, & neon-colored inflatable sleds. He took one look at our Postmodern cacophony, shook his head with perplexed disgust then grinned like hell anyway. Aye, life is messy! Enjoy the Journey alive! And so he turned away to zoom on across falling shadows.