Cold Smoke- A True Story About Love, Loss, and Skiing.

By: Grayson ZulaufHoot and I grew up in a Colorado town so small that you can see all the way down Main Street. Anyone you needed could be found in the Lift 9 line. At the noon bell, our high school classes gave way to ski P.E. We’d throw our books into our lockers, put on our boots, grab our skis, and walk three blocks to the chairlift for the afternoon of "school." We were graded on attendance and attitude.Winter afternoons and weekends were spent hanging out on the lifts, grinning in th