Few things deliver such potent doses of in-your-face living like powder skiing. This is happiness: pure, uncut, laugh-till-you-cry happiness. Each turn is an epiphany, consuming you with the undeniable truth that you are exactly where you are suppose to be. Everything …everything… washes away, leaving you nestled so deep in the moment that only ... Read More

As Santa slipped out the trap door of the Tram, the merry ol’ melee of the holiday season was kicked off. Sporting the trendiest of one-piece throwbacks, holiday visitors scurried around the Village with skis sprawled awkwardly in their arms like a flailing child. Alas, the honeymoon is over. No more private gondolas. No more leisurely wake-ups. Nevertheless, Jacksonites have little to complain over as yet another storm approaches.

Fast groomers injected riders with a cheap shot of confidence as they mached GS turns down the mountain. Others retreated to Casper Woods where pockets of soft snow still remained for the taking. Hopefully, the din of artificial snowmaking upsets Mother Nature and beckons her snowy wrath. Come on Momma, show us how its done! ... Read More

“Clear, cold and dry” is how Hemmingway would have put it today, as frigid temperatures were left in wake of the recent storm. While some riders feasted on left-overs, the ambitious trotted up bootpacks to plunder stashes buried in the Crags. Either way, everyone still sported the smiles of yesterday.

Riders shuffled anxiously in line as the howitzer drummed off the Tetons this powder morning. Thanks to the diligent work of JH Ski Patrol, the Tram launched soon after nine o’clock, opening the flood gates to the powder-hungry masses. Crisp and clear blue skies complimented the eleven inches blanketing everything in sight. With pristine visibility and boundless untracked terrain, riders charged as hard as their legs would allow.

Get your powder weapons waxed, and your playlists dialed, because tomorrow…we ride. In the waning hours of the day, moisture-rich flakes plummeted from the heavens, consuming the Village in a fury of white. Today we got to taste the batter; who knows what this storm will cook up overnight?