We made a couple frosty laps on Santaquin Peak yesterday. The route up the west gully begins in a neighborhood. Despite the low elevation start we were spared bushwacking. Apparently the drainage avalanches cataclysmically often enough to keep the gully clear right down to the resident’s back patios. The skiing was Argenta-esque with a pleasant upper-30 degree headwall for about a thousand feet followed by another 3500′ of low-30 degree meadow skipping through avalanche-abused shrubbery. Certainly the highlight of the skiing was high-marking and shrub-jumping down the 1.5 mile long half-pipe gully. Good times, boys!