I came out to Squaw to ski with Chingus on his last day. Granite Chief was open after several days of being closed. We kept wondering, “Why is Granite closed?” Now we know.

It was bizarre skiing: only one run is open, and it’s awful—a sheet of ice with piles of pine cones everywhere. Combine that with flat light and you have one sketchy run.

Halfway down Chingus stopped me and said, “I have to tell you something.” “What?” “I’m not riding this chair again.”

“Agreed.”