By John Hausdoerffer This past March, as my campus closed in the midst of the emergence of COVID-19, it felt like a different historical era passed with each daily news cycle. The day before, my daughter Atalaya, 12, and I could not wait to drive across the Utah desert in search of California snow. One sunset later, my wife Karen, Atalaya, and daughter Sol, 8, felt sheepish as we left the house for a ski into the West Elk Wilderness bordering our home of Gunnison. Weren’t we supposed to stay inside? We skied uphill out of the parking lot, passing through ...
