We've even industrialized walking up mountains... When I first gazed upon the sign at the trailhead just above Alta that mentioned avalanche control methods it seemed to just be... chillin, arms folded warning passers by in a offhand tone; "dude, keep yo eyes peeled. There's been some rep coming down that there be dud howitzer shells laying all over this here moutaaaaain"
With the curiosity a small child might bring to bear against some new form of antibacterial hand gel, I began the ascent hoping (sadly in vain) for a sighting of something that by tossing smalls rocks at would probably mean my death. I became slightly disheartened and instead took to taking pictures of the landscape.
After running down from Catherine pass in the dark and cold something other then the omnipresent moths and related insects hit me. Even in the dark the most striking and foreign shapes were those made by people. In the day they leak their essence into the skyline, at night they harbor shadows normally strewn about the landscape, withholding and twisting them into things not at place with the brightly lit grasses below.
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