Before I got into skiing, show jumping was my sport. I learned to ride as a wee kid, feet barely reaching the stirrups, and spent my teens training and traveling to competitions to see if I could score the fastest time over a course of fences on horseback. The horse I spent[...]
When I was twelve years old, I dreamed of having the power to upend every routine in my life. Bedtime? Watch me sail past it. Pajamas all day? Talk to me. Breakfast for dinner? Don’t care what you say. Feels so right. How about skiing on a school day? Well, I didn’t ski as[...]
I keep a running Word doc with all my potential Yodel ideas. It’s a strange file, not readable to anyone but me. It’s fragments and half-finished thoughts – messages that could be a fit for some issue in the future. Or sometimes they’re bookmarks in stories from our lives. A few words[...]
“The dog can come heli-skiing, probably, right?” It was a day in early May when Rudi, Jeff and I decided to take a flight to collect the last of the landing flags and get a few family turns on the high, north-facing terrain that still had good snow. Our dog Russell is[...]
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