A-Bay. All day. I would bring all the kids I used to ski there with when we worked at Keystone. Marty, who would have the grill and the tunes going on the beach. Jeff and Mike, who would be lapping non-stops with me on Pali. Tom, who would still be fucking around with his goggles or adjusting his boots or configuring his jacket until after the powder had all been tracked out, Patrick, who would stop by for a beer after shredding the Professor on his snowboard, and those 2 cute Irish girls who worked at the ski check. Man, I only knew those people for a few months 25 years ago, but they left traces on my soul that I still feel every time I visit the Basin.