In my previous post I wrote about my transition from a blue groomer to black diamond skier, and mentioned how much the trees scared me. It remained to be one of my last untouched frontiers in my skiing back pocket. Until now. About a month ago I went on my annual trip with the guys, and this… Read the rest of the post!
For the first several years of my ski life I did the local hills in Minnesota near where I grew up, but never explored much beyond that. I would make it out about 3-5 times a season, and was pretty happy with my level of skiing. Yet the thought of riding down the side of… Read the rest of the post!
I went skiing for the first time in 1995, and embarrassingly knew nothing about it. I went on a whim because a bunch of my friends were going, and I thought that I’d try something new. I don’t remember being very nervous, but do remember thinking to myself that I was probably grossly underprepared for… Read the rest of the post!