When the sun is out, the youth of Keystone come out to play. There’s something discomforting about riding below the cloud’s cast, it seems to lack the same juju as direct daylight. Beyond the soft snow and warm breezes, sunny days vibrate with spirit. The harmony of clustered, chaotic creators tuning out and zoning in to the pulse of nature and the hill, continuing down only to ride back up. On this mostly sunny day I meet with Cody Potter and Sean Murphy for a few lapse through A51. We rode until we couldn’t feel the sun, then we left.