We walked through this alley everyday. Up the stairs, down the alley, up the street to the house.
These are the stairs that tried to kill my old fat ass.
Everyday at least 2-4 times, I climbed these. In thin air and 20 degrees.
The bottom of the stairs facing Main Street and the Treasure Mountain Inn.
The view from the alley down to Main Street.
The first few hours of snow.
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