Some of you know that I spent time in Jackson. I left my $20 an hour job at 40 years old to go work at JHMR and live the dream. It is a common dream of many who partake of our sport. It might be Baker or Kicking Horse or Wolf Creek, but the dream is the same. Our JHMR family lost one of our own this week. A young girl from Oregon moves to Jackson for many of the same reasons I did. She worked in the same shop with many of the same people I hold dear. Only it worked out differently for her. An easy run down the mountain ended tragically before the dream could begin for her. I am thankful for the memories, the endless deep powder, the hangovers from trying to keep up with the 20 something's, the stunning beauty of the place and the bonds we all shared as friends. Although we never met, we are part of the same family. RIP Kelsey.
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