Sunday, May 9, 2004
Friday morning, ready for the day's offerings.
the west side of the Cliff Lodge, where I stayed and the conference was held. How cool can it be to have two climbing walls on the Hotel itself?
One of the final speaker's activities involved coffee filters. Lots of fun with ordinary objects.
On my way home, the canyon headed out of Snowbird.
A mountain further down the canyon.
Even further along.
The final stretch of Little Cottonwood Canyon, it's one of the prettiest stretches of granite I've been lucky to see.
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