nspired by an airfoil introduced to Snowbird by French skiers decades ago, he set out to make a set of stubby wings that a skier could carry in lieu of poles.
Dave promises me the sensation of lift will be tangible. “It’s like skiing with handrails for support,” he says. “Your feet pendulum underneath you. And once your speed increases, you can bank into your turn and really dig in.”
I want to be like this when I grow up – its exciting just to think about it.
“Look at the slice of time we’re living in,” he tells me one day as we ascend the mountain. “How many people throughout history have had the leisure time we enjoy? In our lives, we have a 60- or 70-year window. Yet people take living for granted. Here we are in a gleaming tram with gleaming equipment. We get to ski. We are blessed.”
Me and the family made our winter exodus to my grandparents place in Montana, packing up the car with six people a dog and lots of piles of crap. We visited with family and skied mostly, it was a good time.
After a brisk hike up a wooded shoulder, we emerge on a promontory in the Four Pines area, two canyons over from the resort. The huge, empty swaths of mountain and canyon are why we’re in this course: I could ski up here every day for a year and not cross my own tracks once.
A three day camp in Jackson Hole Wyoming teaching the safety aspects of backcountry skiing. Expensive ($545), but skiing at the resort costs $70 a day just for tickets… God I wanna go just be a ski bum.