This life of mine and powder riding has a long and beautiful history...
Here I sit while writing this blog post, the first one of its kind..., ever; and I am struck by the changes in my life. Priorities, reprioritized. Slimmed down, shaped up and focused. Laser sighted on my purpose and driven by becoming and being a father. There it is, the ultimate qualifier, parenthood! I am the provider, the hunter. I have become the guy who goes to work every day for long stretches of time to ensure a happy and healthy existence for my family. And I love it! I love it for many reasons beyond the scope of this quick share and the purpose of this clip is to say, "thank you dear mountains, winter, and snow for all that you have given me!" I am humbled by your magical nature. I am filled with gratitude for the countless powder days you have provided for me. The bottomless turns; the steep, untracked chutes; the unimaginably fast 'hero snow' days; airs into pillows and the face shots.., oh the face shots. Choking, snorkel deep days that fill the mind with wonder, the body with bliss and the heart with fullness. So many good times and turns that the memories fill my brain with endless reels of playbacks. Dear Wasatch, I salute you.