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Show ski patrolmen were having their annual get-together on their final day of service this season. Sandwiches and drinks were being be-ing enjoyed. I discovered that seven of these dedicated men had recently re-cently received gold pins for 10 years of continuous service. Keith Bates, Larry Davenport, Tom Hartman, Ray Lange.Dick Osborne, Gary Reed and Paul Roylance have been members ever since the Patrol was formed form-ed in November 1963. THE ENTIRE GROUP gets together to-gether in the summer, too. They hike up to Albion Basin at Alta and ski the chutes there on the 4th of July! From my gondola I could see for miles, of course, but it was fun watching the skiers directly below me, too. Whole families skiing together; some individuals in-dividuals standing at the top of a steep run hesitating as if saying, "Do I dare?" The patterns pat-terns in the out-of-the-way snows were lovely patterns created by the wind; soft snow rolls that had loosed themselves them-selves from higher reaches all were beautiful. As I rode down I noted some skiers were still going to the top taking full advantage of the last half-day pass. I looked with interest at the vista below, because in just a few short weeks the summer season will be in full swing and I'm sure the face of the Resort will have continued to change. Bits and Pieces By Eleanor Bennett AS I SAT EASTER morningby my window, drinking in the beauty of the day the sun streaming in as it first peeked over the mountain I listened with appreciation to the thirty-eighth thirty-eighth annual Easter services from the Masonic Temple in Salt Lake City. And guess what I saw? the EASTER RABBIT I'm not kidding! kid-ding! He had evidently been out delivering his baskets. I first saw him as he hopped up the Tram, then he turned up the spur on Empire Avenue and sat for a minute in front of Tad and Lorena's house. Then he hopped over into Wheelwright's driveway. I went out on my porch and 'spoke" to him and was pleased he didn't scamper away immediately. im-mediately. A black cat appeared and the two played happily for a moment and then, as two rob-bins rob-bins sang in a nearby tree and other birds flitted about, he turned, and with his long ears flopping and his little tail like a ball of cotton, my last view of him was as he hopped merrily along back down the Tram! It was indeed a joyous Easter morning! FROM THESUN-DRENCHED patio to theSummit 22 minutes from Spring back to winter that's what I found Sunday when I rode the Gondola on its last day of operation till the summer season. Drifts of snow you wouldn't believe still cover the upper reaches of the ski area, and the "whoosh" of metal skis cutting cut-ting into the spring snow cut into my reverie as I swung up through the silence. There was not a sign of spring not a leaf or a bird, and at the Summit, though the sun was warm, the chill wind cut through my light wind jacket. I ran into John Henrion and remarked that I was going to write a "last day" story and he directed me to a higher spot in the snow where the week-end |