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.

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.

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!

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!