a few years ago, i skied out to this shrine mountain division hut in vail pass. the hike took eight hours, as we weaved our way up through the snow up to the little cabin sitting right on top of the mountain. we ate hot soup followed by s’mores, told horror stories, then dozily sat by the fire until we fell asleep in our plump sleeping bags. in the morning we hiked up to the summit, skied the fresh powder snow down to the trees, to have a picnic amongst the pines. we had to ski back out to the road, so we waited in a little ramshackle roadhouse with dollar bills tacked all over the roof until our ride arrived. we wrote our names on one, pinned it to the wall, then drove the four hour commute on a freezing cold yellow bus back to aspen.