Spread Telemark.

“Yup, this was the first place you were ever on skis…6 months old and nestled into my pack as I skinned under Shoshone; at least until the state of Wyoming told us it was illegal to ski with a child in your backpack,” my dad told me as we drank a beer and looked up […]

Sh*t skier girls say: Desert edition

“Sorry mom, but I don’t think I’m going to be vegan this week–Spring Break.” “I can’t find my birks!” “We lost our voices.” “Oww that was my vagina bone!” “I’m not wearing underwear with my bike shams.” “I’m not wearing a bra.” “I need a chest mount.” “A chest harness?” “Chest.” “A Chesty?” “Was the […]

Pony Keg.

“Why is my life like a ski movie?!” Ian shouted as we skinned up the creek. The past seven days of skiing have been magical, and seeing as it’s continuing to dump here in Bozeman, I don’t expect anything but magical days for the foreseeable future. This past Sunday, Gerrit Egnew invited Christian and I […]