winter… POWDER…feet hurt…SKIING

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Winter is officially here. THANK YOU! I was going crazy from the lack of snow. I couldn’t trail run, too much mud/snow but not enough snow to ski. MY FEET HURT…ALWAYS. I feel like I have a battle every time I ski, my feet! Yes, arthritis in my feet. I know, quit skiing, running etc but I can’t. It’s what makes me tick. Yesterday at Targhee it was serious braille skiing. My brother and I skied down Crazy Horse avoiding the football field (flat) to get to the chutes. I couldn’t tell if I was skiing down, sideways or up but the goods we found were well worth it! Oh my gosh…heaven! Ten glorious untracked deep & steep powder turns. And that’s why I deal with my feet. Such a great day.

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Why I love to ski, Bonding. I bond with people. Connect with others that I never would in any other circumstance. It’s amazing. Whether it’s skiing High Boy with a new ‘cute friend’ you just met on the chairlift or with your dad or brother, skiing powder up to your chest while choking on snow. We connect. Not all people can connect, but those who can it’s magical.

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Skiing has brought me a lot in my life. I’ve met amazing, unique people through skiing. I’ve cried, laughed as I wiped that silly grin off my face, and connected with strangers and those close to me while skiing. It’s my happy place. And I’m never going to give it up. Some may say I’m crazy, not normal, and obsessed but I’m happy. Really happy. I’m grateful it’s something I can do with my family, my nieces and nephews, strangers, friends and those dear to me. I’m grateful for the passion I have for the outdoors and skiing. I wouldn’t change anything. So thank you mom and dad for all those Saturday’s, I mean EVERY single Saturday from 2 until I moved out the house that we spent on the ski hill. There’s a bond that can never be broken and that bond melts all my other worries away when I’m on the mountain. It’s a great day to be skiing!

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To my family of ski bums, Lenox (2) to Natalia (19) to mom (dying of cancer but still skis) to my dad (66, skis more than me) and Jess (skis her heart out when she’s in the west even if it kills her) and Mike (will always be a better skier than me and I ski A LOT more days) and Jill with her whit and natural talent (I have to work really hard at it). I LOVE my family who skis because that’s just what us HUSKINSON’S do, we ski and have fun while we’re doing it!

Ski Season: Blower day at Alta

Time flies when the snow starts to fly! Ski season is underway and so are the burning calves, feet that hurt, the never ending boot adjusting and thighs getting into shape. But, all that pain disappears on a blower powder day.

Yesterday was THE best powder day at Alta, Utah. We’ve had a rough few years and all though the skiing has been fun, there’s nothing like a deep waist and chest deep blower powder day. Everyone was all smiles, happy old man winter decided to finally visit. All the hurt and agony of getting into ski shape paid off yesterday and I’m sure there’s more to come. Winter is here!

It was deep:



Ah…my Mountain Crush is back and I couldn’t be more giddy, happy, excited and elated! Yesterday was my first day out on my skis and it was soooo good to be back. That first trek up the mountain burns, hurts, my feet are yelling at me, my calves feel like they’re going to pop and I swear I forgot how to ski over the summer but the smile on my face says it all, I’m in love and my true obsession has returned.


It was fun to get out on the very little snowpack we have. I felt alive driving to the mountain in my ski pants, music blasting to my favorite tunes, and bopping my beanie to the beat. Yesterday was extra special because I took my little buddy Teton out for a ski for the first time. He LOVED it! I knew he would. We put his bright yellow booties on him and his plaid puffy vest and up the mountain we went. I’m sure everyone thought, “Who’s this princess with her little princess dog.” But don’t mistake my little buddy for a princess. He hiked all the way to the top by himself and loved every moment of it. He may be small but he’s big in heart just like me. We both have a love for adventure and the mountains. It was also a special day bIMG_1432ecause my nephew Dave came with me and it was his first backcountry experience. He’s a sophomore in HS and Gpa gave him a touring set up. Dave grew up in Minnesota skiing. It must run in the genes because after a few tips Dave was well on his way and looked like IMG_1427a pro. He even skied like a pro. I was one proud day for Aunt Andria.

So it begins, my love affair with snow, skiing, the mountains and of course Alta. I’m blessed to have skiing in my life. I have met amazing people through my travels skiing, riding chairlifts and meeting up randomly on top of High Boy at Alta. Winter is here and my Mountain Crush Monday begins!