At seven o’clock in the evening I get a phone call. It’s Tom Day (of Warren Miller Ent.), “we’re meeting at 6 AM at the funitel. Can you make it?” First thought through my mind was that this is Tom Day, of course I can make it, but as I walked in the dark by the members locker room I thought it might be a funny joke. Who meets up at 6 AM in the winter? Needless to say, that was how much of my December went. We met up early and watched the sunrise from the top of Squaw before ripping turns down Granite Chief or Silverado. Despite the sometimes harsh temperatures (I know we’re spoiled in CA), the sunrise was always something that I looked forward to.
