As a lifelong skier who grew up in New England, my boyhood dreams were of skiing in bottomless powder in the Colorado Rockies.
Wyoming was unknown to me. The Tetons were never heard of. That was then, and since I’ve had my share of my dreams come true.
Today was another. Thirteen inches since the lifts closed. As we stand in line at 8:30am the clouds lift. Just as we’re whisked up the hill, the sun breaks through.
The snow was epic light with temps around 18 F which mean cold smoke trailing behind. The faster we go, the bigger the contrail we leave.
Then a cool thing happened. My friend had been getting his five year old up and running this season. I caught up with them after letting out my steam for six non-stop runs.
She was ready.
Ready for her first run from them top. Seeing the winter wonderland through her eyes was magical. The snow ghosts, the Tetons rising through clouds, the avalanche control bombs going off.
Here was a five year old already living every skiers dream. And there I was reliving it myself.
Another dream come true in the Tetons. Thank you Lord.
I would have come if I knew Acacia was there!
I told ya she’d be there! I think, if I remember correctly, you said something like, “I’ve got too much wok to do”.
I must be a space cadet!