The fat rodent crept out into the early morning rain, answering the chanting crowd gathered at Punxsutawney Pennsylvania. “I love you Phil!” yelled out an intoxicated man who—judging from his front row seat— had been there all night. Known as “The Inner Circle”, a group of bearded men in top hats and tuxedos addressed the ... Read More

Give gapers props. While frigid temps deterred many from the Village today, the paper-ticket-totting, one-piece-wearing, skinny ski posse was out in full force, getting after it. Salty locals love to hate on these visitors. Hate on them not. Even on a day like today with the frost bite danger extreme, their excitement ... Read More

It was pee-before-you-ski cold today, flaunting frigid temperatures that attacked any exposed skin like fire ants. So cold that when my iPod stumbled upon a terrible ghost of listening past—Creed— I couldn’t muster my hand out from my glove to change it. With arms wide open…Under the sunlight… I tried Alfalfa Spritzering my ears, hoping ... Read More

Where Tracks May Lead Childhood memories tend to be painted with the broad strokes of time; the details seep into one another until formative experiences are defined by the emotions they produced. So when I reminisce of my earliest days on skis, obscurity shrouds the trail names, the outfits, and the falls. The sense of ... Read More

Gossip circulates the Village’s grapevine, growing updates and embellishments throughout the day. What began as a rumored three to five inch forecast for tonight, magically became five to nine by closing bell. Sadly, that may only be wishful thinking. Nonetheless, today was best spent scoping lines for future snow. Billygoating take-offs and poking ... Read More

Addictions don’t faze me. Sure, I require multiple shots of high-grade caffeine to function. And yes, I will occasionally get hooked on some tasty morsel such as the brownies at PSB (which I consume with religious fervor for weeks on end). But I can quit whenever I want. Honest. One thing, however, has got me itching ... Read More

“3-2-1…Drrrropinggg.” A few moments later, Corey Felton passed into the afternoon sunlight that flooded Casper Bowl. Once identified amidst the camouflage of shadows, granite, and snow, silence ran through the crowd congregated below. The Jackson skier stood precariously on an illuminated triangle of snow, a lone soldier in no man’s land. His vantage must have been ... Read More

THE FAIRER FEW: When the tram docks for the day, Jackson locals belly up to the bar and toast the day with raised PBRs. Scanning the goggle-tanned faces, men view an unfortunate reality: Jackson women are beautiful and athletic, but also markedly few. The girl-to-guy ratio rivals most technical schools. Air drenched in testosterone, a bar becomes ... Read More

Jackson Hole is riddled with local lessons that are better to learn early than late. Don’t rest in the bootpack. Don’t go out of bounds without gear and knowledge. Don’t cut in the Tram Line. PRB hydrates at elevation. They go on and on, new social mandates scribed daily by wizened locals behind the curtain. ... Read More

FIELD TRIP: After experiencing the "The Big One", traveling to other ski resorts leaves much to be desired. A weekend field trip to Park City Utah resurrected feelings long forgotten since moving to Jackson Hole. My angst in the Wasach Mountains is surmised in a single question: Where is the vert? Reinforced instantly was ... Read More