I’m not a snow skier but as someone who loves speed and the wind in my face, I can imagine that it’s quite a thrill to soar down a mountain at fast speeds with the wind flying by you. When I was in Jackson Hole, WY a few months ago, I visited the Teton Village and took the tram up to the top of the mountain. It was a beautiful sight.
A little bit of heaven…
When I reached the top, I fell in love with the tiny chalet (a snack shack) and I was fascinated by all the skis attached to it.
True to my nature, my imagination starts running away and wondering who rode these skis? What tricks were performed, what feats had been accomplished, how many broken legs had been had? Each of these pair of skis has a story to tell.
It wasn’t snowing at the time I was there, but now that it’s winter, I’m sure these hills are covered with snow and I love the thought that new stories are being created each and every day. If you’re a skier, here’s hoping there’s fresh powder in your near future and that you are creating your own rad, new stories. And I’ll meet you at the lodge for Après-Ski ~ drinks and war stories. 😉 Cheers!