For most of December and into January, I had the pleasure of watching the sunrise from the top of Squaw. Somedays I would get off the funitel in complete darkness. Other days, I would sit at the top of high camp in the freezing cold temperatures and fight to keep my hands warm while taking a few photos. The conditions were nearly perfect. The snow was light on top with and under layer of that Tahoe snow that's perfect for stomping. We had some unreal days shredding Granite Chief and Silverado, but the one thing that I always looked forward to was the sunrise.