Snow Skiing

If you’re reading this and it sparks something—dust off your boots.   The West is waiting.   And so is your best chapter.   There’s something about the silence of a snowy ridgeline at 10,000 feet that recalibrates a man. It’s where adrenaline meets awe—an intersection I’ve sought out year after year across the American West.   As a former athlete and lifelong lover of crisp air, elevation, and the humbling grace of nature, I’ve spent the better part of my adult winters chasing soft turns, steeps, and soul across the Rockies. The goal? Ski what I recognize as the major western U.S. ski resorts—and soak up every moment, one run and one lift ride at a time. Utah: My Powder Playground If there’s a home base for my snow addiction, it’s Utah. Colorado: Majestic, Diverse, and Damn Good Fun Colorado doesn’t just offer variety—it delivers elevation, personality, and beauty that punches you in the chest. And this year? 2025’s visit to Aspen was a stand-out. I also took the time to visit Glenwood Springs; soaking in hot mineral water after kicking off my boots was the definition of “earned indulgence.” The vapor rose, the stars were out, and I realized I wasn’t just skiing the West—I was living my best life in it. California & Beyond I’ve ventured beyond the Rockies too: Why I Ski (Still) People ask why I still ski aggressive terrain into my 60s. My answer is simple: Because skiing reminds me I’m alive. There’s no passive living when you’re navigating a steep pitch, chasing your kids through glades, or cracking open a beer at après with steam rising off your base layers.   It’s presence.   It’s grit.   It’s reward. Final Thoughts I may be chasing a self-appointed goal of hitting all the “major resorts,” but in truth, I’m just collecting moments—morning sun on mountain peaks, the crunch of boots on packed snow, and the rare silence that only elevation provides.   And because I’ve earned it, a soak in a steaming pool with mountains surrounding me and a memory or two to hold onto forever.     Stay vertical,Brian