“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

PUNCHING THE CLOCK As the roosters crowed, I rose with every intention of committing myself to a day of work. Maybe grab a quick P.M. Crags lap to quell the powder jones , but otherwise, nose to the grindstone, or as a friend of mine likes to say, “ass in the chair.” Yet to my surprise, ... Read More