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On the Hill: Until next time

Nate Peterson

Lost my best skiing buddy this past week. It was a good thing – he left Aspen for the right girl and another great ski town – but that still doesn’t mean I won’t miss him.It was an unlikely pairing, the two of us. I’m a 25-year-old snowboarder who still has grand visions of one day pulling a 360 off the wall of the halfpipe. He’s a telemarker who is eying 30, detests the Winter X Games and wouldn’t go nearer to a rail in the terrain park than he would an electric fence.Powder was the mutual connection – especially the stuff in the trees. We both live for those virgin turns in untracked snow, back in the woods, away from the office.Until he left this past Friday, we both worked the same night shifts on the same five days, which made it easy to head out in the morning together. We both had to be back at the same time, and we were both willing to get up early to find the good snow.The best day? Probably that one Saturday at Snowmass in December when it snowed more than 13 inches, and we charged glades until we both could hardly stand up any longer.There was also that perfect day at Sunlight – yes, Sunlight -where we roadtripped down to Glenwood Springs for fun, and ended laying tracks into some four inches of fresh.Yeah, it’s gonna be rough next winter without him. But I’m sure we’ll both get on. He’s always got a place to stay whenever he roadtrips back to Aspen from Jackson Hole.As for me, I told him to leave me a spot on his couch.I promised him I’d make use of it whenever the snow starts to fly.