It started out as a three-person group and quickly swelled to nine. With high-alpine lines still fat and smooth and gorgeous bluebird days aplenty this year in Colorado, the June ski season has been phenomenal, and a small tribe of diehards has been taking full advantage. Everyone mumbled in jest about the large group, but the truth was we all loved it. Two summits over 13,600 feet and a pair of long, thigh-burning runs later, we reconvened at a house in town to drink beer and eat watermelon in the sun. No one wanted the day to end, especially not Marble the dog.