EPISODE 3, SCENE 6 Eric Banks joined the eleven patrolmen and instructors at the top of the Coonskin run. It was eight o'clock. Below them, the town glistened like a postcard for winter bliss. Flares were passed around by Lars, the patrolman who would lead the annual run down Coonskin. Eric, the token snowboarder (quite an honor), took his flare. "Keep your intervals, Eric, and take it slow," Lars advised. Eric nodded as he flicked off the top to start the flare burning. A red glow soon illuminated the group. "Okay," Lars called out, "let's give the town a good show." Eric waited for the instructor ahead of him to go, then pushed off on his board and traced the instructor's turns. No fancy stuff tonight, he decided. Gotta show boarders can be respectable... just for one night. In town, tourists and locals on the street paused in their reveries to gawk up at the torchlight procession slowly snaking down Coonskin. An Avalanche photographer focused his long range telephoto lens for a cover shot. It was a beautiful sight, the red dots in close formation like a Chinese serpent. It allowed people to momentarily forget how much they were paying for their Christmas week condos.