I took the chair-lift to the top and, over by the Poma lift on the east face, I could see the regiment clearly. They were all dressed as Santa Claus. "No force on earth," I shouted to them, "can stop 100 Santas!"
A few chuckles, but they were awfully serious for a bunch of guys in Santa suits.
I approached them and asked if they would like to join up for a Santa bar-crawl later. "No thank you," one of them told me. "We don't drink and we have work to do."
That's when I realized it was the end of the world.