Piloting down a dirt road at 40 mph while jamming out to Modest Mouse on the eve of Fourth of July hardly seemed like the precursor to a summer ski session. But there Shawtann Whitson was, cruising Big Timber Road at a quarter till one on a moonless night, half expecting the dark road to lead him on forever. He was on his way to Blue Lake, where he would meet Ty Gittins for some summer corn...

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