…Because many of us never could.
Once many of us got our first taste of the big mountains, we dropped everything and moved to SLC, Denver, Burlington, Seattle, Bozeman or Durango. We left families, friends, high paying jobs and cheap real estate for deep powder, blue skies and mountain air. However, here you are, chatting it up with other ridiculously dedicated skiers and riders, and you’ve managed to stay in a location where accessing these places is no easy task. You deserve a ton of credit.
You know who you are. You live in Florida, Arizona, Hawaii, Texas, Iowa, Illinois, the Carolinas, Tennessee and many other places in the country where getting to the big mountains is a challenge. It may take 12 hours on the road or a $450 flight to catch the next big storm, but you never hesitate to make that trip. You’re a dedicated collection of individuals, arguably some of the most enthusiastic skiers in the country. It seems you never have a day on the slopes you regret.
One time at Loveland, where the conditions resembled a ice filled hurricane, I rode with a guy from San Antonio, and despite weather that drives some of the most rugged folks indoors, this guy couldn’t help smiling and laughing, simply enjoying his time in the mountains. As we nearly were getting blown off the mountain, he said “Better than sitting around in Texas with the AC blastin’, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”, pointed his skis, and took off.
Maybe that’s part of the appeal to it. You’ll enjoy those days ages after a storm, hopping over stumps, roots and rocks at Mad River Glen, even if it turns your skis into P-Tex mush. You’ll never take the beauty of the San Juans, Wasatch or Sierras for granted. Even if you’re sitting in traffic waiting for the Cottonwoods to open, or frantically sprinting with thousands of people to the Vail Back Bowls for the rope drop, you’re grinning ear to ear.
So I have to ask, how have you managed to keep yourself in these locations?