The Pass

Marco ended up crashing on our couch for almost a full week. It was a blast having him here and indulging in all that makes Jackson the shiznit in the winter.

Marco booting up to the top of Glory on Teton Pass.

On top of the pass gearing up for a pow run.

As only a brother can, Marco convinced Chels that getting up at 5 am to go skiing was a great idea! The three of us were hiking before 6 am, and getting face shots in knee deep fluff a little after 7.

The siblings getting toward the top.

Rena, this shot is for you! Happy customers after an awesome powder run.

Hiking up Hwy 22 back to the truck, trying to avoid commuter traffic.

Marco, we loved having you here in Jackson, our couch is your couch!

Departure from the norm

Marco has been making his living skiing since most of us were just trying to figure out where the 1990's went! So, what better way to do something other than cramming your feet in really uncomfortable ski racing boots 200 days a season than to mix it up and go sleddin!!!
Chels, Marco, and I went out to Togwotee Pass last week and had a blast sharing my sled and getting some of the goods (foot of fresh and bluebird)

This is why Togwotee is such a great place to ride from pro's to those that have never been on a sled before. It is comprised of endless meadows to play around on.

I did shuttle laps between some meadows a few miles past the truck. I would piggy back with Chels and Marco getting farther and farther away trying to find untracked meadows for them to play around in.

Hey ski racer guy, while a full facial helmet went out of style in ski racing in the 1980's, it is warranted and needed in the sport of snowmobiling!

Marco getting both feet on his inside rail and ripping some pow.

Chels, with the shot of the day, clearly making the boys look bad!

Marco and me doubling up and charging.

"yea, all you have to do is lean and give er some throttle"

Marco getting chased by a snow ghost.

Once Marco's professional ski career comes to a close, my prediction is that he will get hopelessly addicted to snowmobiling. Here he is ripping after only a couple of times on a sled.

Happy customer, but still in need of a full facial helmet!

Marco is here!

We were lucky enough to get a winter visit from my bro, Marco, so we have been busy showing him around town trying to convince him how great Jackson is...don't you want to move here now???

The night he arrived, he needed a workout, so we all strapped on nordic skis and hit the track at the high school.

Marco showing some pro skate-skiing form.

The next day we woke up to 14" of fresh snow (YIPPY!!!) and were more than stoked that Marco was just cleared to ski the day before. He is not in Europe racing World Cup right now because of a bad crash in December that ended his season early, but at least he got a little taste of winter in Jackson! Yay for passing his head injury test (after the 4th try) and for being 3 weeks out of knee surgery. Yep, he is kind of a badass.

I personally was surprised that he passed his brain test at all.

Ohhh, brotherly love.

Hiking at the Village for some fresh powder turns...awesome turns and some awesome guys to follow...I am a lucky girl!

Oh ya, Marco didn't miss a beat.

Now that is fun.

So stoked to be hanging with my two favorites boys!

February Pow

Another fun vid of Trevor eating up the pow on Teton Pass.
Happy weekend everyone!

Ahh yes

I am sitting here in my office wishing I was right here right now.......!

Guess I will have to wait another few days.

It's not easy being Stevie

Not quite as much of a winter lover as we are, under the covers is Stevie's regular afternoon hangout!

More 'biling

I am pretty sure I mentioned somewhere that this weekend was epic riding conditions. So much so that I went all three days without even thinking about going skiing instead. I am unabashedly, officially, addicted!

Above shot is of my sled bud Johnny launching a cornice.

On the ride out on Sunday we were following a pretty massive set of wolf tracks.

Johnny on a borrowed sled still managing to rip it up. On Saturday at the very end of our big ride Johnny's engine completely seized just before I burned up my drive train belt. We had two sleds that were in big trouble 20 plus miles from the nearest trailhead. Luckily my was an easy fix with a new belt, but Johnny's not so much. We towed it off a hill and down into a meadow and then rode double all the way back to the trucks.

Then the next day Johnny rode in on one of his company's sleds to pick up his personal sled.

This was Tim and Johnny pulling Johnny's dead sled up the last big hill before getting it back to the truck/trailers.

Part of snowmobiling that is so appealing to me is the camaraderie and teamwork associated with being miles and miles from any civilization and or help in the dead of winter. You really count on your buds and decision making.