|[ed. note: ski town content is finally resuming, courtesy of a friend in Vail. He’s a great writer and a better ski bum than I. His writing will run alongside my travel content as we move towards a more diverse magazine. Hope you all are enjoying your winters!]|
Wham! A slap of the snooze button and a groan, I’m awake at 5am. Time to video chat with the now ex-girlfriend in Bulgaria, it’s already 2pm there. After a shower and a quick breakfast I’m out the door by 6, just enough time to walk to work for my 6:15 shift.
I breath in the crisp Rocky Mountain air and start walking through 6 inches of fresh snow, thinking to myself – ‘Damn, too bad I’m not cruising this fresh powder instead of serving breakfast to tourists. . .’
Soon after I get to work I devise a plan to get out early. Sure enough, where there’s a will, there’s a way. Working fast and talking faster, I’m out the door by 8. Smell ya later, it’s time for some much needed snowboarding. I’m heading back home and a friend, let’s call him T, excitedly calls me and asks if I’m going to shred the gnar. Fuck ya. Back home by 8:30. A quick snack and the addition of some very warm socks later and it’s time to head to the village. We meet up at Gondola One and by the looks of things, we’re among the first skiers on the mountain. Hells Yes.
Excitement builds as we are comfortably lifted up the mountain in the padded and heated gondola. Gloves, goggles, face mask, powder skirt and a pounding heart. The trees are laden with fresh snow, and in some places, ice; a real winter wonderland. The doors open, we strap in and off we go. Cruising thick stacks of fresh snow, running my fingers through it as I’m rocketing down the mountain parallel to the ground. I catch air and boom! A shot of cold champagne powder slams into my face, nearly choking me. In the ski world this is called a face shot. In this town if you’re not taking fresh snow to the dome, it’s not a powder day.
If you’ve ever surfed before, riding fresh powder is very similar, however, I ironically think that snowboarding is much more fluid. The waves are moving and pushing beneath you, exerting their force on you, but with snowboarding everything just flows. It doesn’t matter how you move your board, it’s like sliding down whipped cream. And the best part is that wiping out is fun. Ever jumped into a pile of waist deep snow? Might as well be falling onto a pile of feathers. These are the days when you drop cliffs and try crazy tricks.
The deep snow also has a very surreal calming effect. Sound is dampened and being surrounded by an entire world of white allows you to drift into a totally different plane of reality. It’s just you, the mountain, and your board. In some ways snowboarding has been one of the most spiritual experiences of my life (the exception, by far, being DMT).
T and I meet up at the bottom of the lift, giant, stupid grins spread across our faces. A fist bump later and we’re traveling up the mountain again, this time on an open chair lift, cold air on our faces, shouting playful encouragement at the skiers below us. T looks over at me; ‘safety meeting?’ ‘You know it.’ We cruise into the trees, find a nice smoke shack to post up in and spark a bowl. Taking full advantage of legal marijuana has been one of my favorite parts about living in Colorado. At times I smoke too much – Ha! But blazing up on the mountain (among other things) is always recommended. I always feel a bit more connected to my board and the mountain after inhaling a bit of ganja and usually end up pushing myself just because I’ll get into sketchier situations, say ‘fuck it, let’s do this’ and flow through them.
T and I do a few more runs, zipping through the trees and traversing most of the front side of the mountain. But soon enough, the munchies kick in and it’s time for the classic chicken & bean burrito at La Cantina, a very ski bum budget friendly Mexican bar not far from the slopes.
Then it’s time for the 10 minute walk home, a game of zombies with the roommate and a freshly cooked meal before getting ready to wake up and do it all over again.
This is my life.
I’m very excited to share it with you. Stories of adventure, drugs, danger, love and life decisions. Battles with depression and coming of age. The joys and turmoils of a fast paced life. The behind the scenes of what it really means to be a ski bum. Of letting go and allowing life to take you where you need to go – whether it’s dropping out of college to follow your dreams or opening your heart to another human being.
I live, work and play in the resort town of Vail, Colorado, where everything revolves around the snow. Whether it’s good or bad drastically affects the tourism business and can mean the difference between a lucrative season or going out of business. For example, I-70 – the interstate that connects Vail to the rest of the world – causes millions of dollars in losses every time it is shut down. That being said, living in a resort town allows you to make amazing money with very little experience; really, only the skill of being able to talk to people is required. It also means 5 star meals and fresh seafood in the middle of the Rockies. And, working for the company Vail Resorts means that you have the opportunity to snowboard 7 days a week for FREE. Really can’t beat that. Stay tuned.
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11 thoughts on “A Day in the Life”
Love your content, thanks for sharing! I’m an avid skier from Northern California and make my way up to Squaw Valley in North Lake Tahoe every winter. Still have to hit up Colorado and give snowboarding a go!
this is getting me in the mood for winter! love it!
You got me even more excited for winter, keep posting!
This is awesome. I love your photos too.
Love it ❤ I'll be out in Colorado next weekend, most likely hitting up Vail for a day. Praying to the snow gods for a dumping of fresh powder!
That’s great Kaitlyn! If you are lucky enough to get a powder day at Vail, head to the Back Bowls. Unbeatable, you-could-die-happy powder riding back there.
Oh I know, I was out there in December back in the champaign glades riding blissfully! While getting stuck for an hour haha oops. Definitly enjoy your blog, if you get a chance be sure to check out mine in conjunction with a friend of mine who lives out near Keystone. We just launched but it’s mainly about snowboarding and wakeboarding 🙂 frozenorthawed.com
I dig it ♡
Beautiful pictures and story, thank your for sharing. This might be kind of a dumb question, but I’m shopping for a new wordpress theme and I really like this one but I can’t find it identified on here. What theme is it? Thanks!
The theme is called Motif.
Thanks for stopping by!