Farewell Bridger Bowl

It was a crazy season. Winter was essentially three weeks long in mid-February. Massive avalanches ripped through Bridger Bowl in late March, so devastating that no one expected the upper mountain to re-open. Of the five best days of the year, Katie missed two and I missed two. On the final weekend of the season, it snowed, the snow pack stabilized, and we were there to reap the benefits.