I grew up 5 minutes from Shawnee Peak Ski Area in western Maine, which meant that every available minute of my childhood was spent on those icy east coast slopes. On skis by age 2, I followed my older brothers around the mountain for years, from the terrain park to the trees, night or day.
When I got to high school my buddies and I spent every summer working landscaping jobs in order to pay for winter ski trips. Through a series of fortunate personal connections we were able to travel the world on the cheap, skiing powder with friends and locals in destinations like Jackson Hole and St. Anton.
Finally, when college hit, we took the next step. Three years ago, three of us bought the Mountain Collective pass, hopped into my buddy's CRV, and drove 8,000 miles in 19 days, hitting some of the most legendary ski areas in North America.
Two years ago, we bought a 2001 Ford E450 - a 15,000lb, 25 passenger shuttle bus. We spent every weekend for 3 months converting it into a livable space, and then at Christmas time we piled four dudes into 120 square feet and headed west. We drove about 7,000 miles in 16 days, living in the bus the entire way. Ultimately, as cool as this sounded in theory, it was a ton of work - so we sold the bus last fall.
Last season, 6 of us headed off to northern Japan and spent 2 weeks getting absolutely buried by the legendary Hokkaido powder. This year, well, who knows. We'll see what happens 😎
I love chatting with folks about their skiing, ski trips, and adventures in general - stay rad!