It all started with a snowstorm. My brother and I hopped on a plane with a couple of friends from high school to ski Utah’s famous powder snow. It was April 1968. The headlights illuminated nothing but snow flakes as we made our way up Little Cottonwood Canyon. By the time we arrived at the Peruvian lodge, the road up the canyon was closed. As the avalanche danger grew, the Alta village closed, and interlodge was put in place.