Thanksgiving 1993. Big Mountain Montana. Open the window shade on an empty parking lot, a beautiful sunrise and 18 inches of new powder. My girlfriend (now wife and mother of our children) and I had taken the Amtrak from Seattle down to Portland and then up to Big Mountain for 3 days of skiing. All three were unbelievable days of snow, fresh snow and lots of powder. The telemark conditions were beyond words. I would literally have to stop and breathe because the snow was flying up into my face when I would sink down into my turns. We made first tracks everywhere we went the entire first day. All the spruce trees were snow ghosts. An absolutely amazing experience. And telemarking the whole time made it even sweeter!
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Rochester
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Olympia
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Chicago
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