As I drove on the northern side of Beartooth Pass, I came around a sharp bend in the road that was overshadowed on the right side by a very high (15 feet?) wall of snow carved by a plow and on the left... this ski lift. It literally freaked me out. I mean, a ski lift, up here? No research I had done talked about it. Too bad I was up there only three weeks after a major MCL injury otherwise I'd have put on the sticks. The view is west I believe. June 1999. Kodak EVS100.