Jackson Hole

You will see the resort from the plane and the road, but the tram is where it hits you. Your first tram ride will blow your mind - this mountain is gnarly. The in bounds terrain is the best you have rode; the out of bounds is next level.
I was grinning ear to ear as I took the tram up – I had made it to Jackson Hole. As a young shred disciple I first heard rumors of the place in TWS. I was finally here. The week was rumored to be a bust – maybe 6” of snow on Wednesday. I was here for nine days and the dreaded “skunked” blog hung in my mind. But I lit a smile, saddled up the old Lib Scotty (my twin had no reason showing up in Wyoming) and hit the trees.
There is no discrimination of trees at Jackson – tight trees, open trees, flat trees, steep trees, and even the occasional Aspen grove (taking me back to CO). The snow was chewed, but it stays cold at Jackson and it was workable. I dove in the North Woods for my first run at Jackson. I could just picture the place with snow – would I get lucky? I lapped the park for a bit; the jumps were pretty good and fs and bs threes kept me legit among a herd of young shredders. The knees got tired and I called it a day.
The next day I did a little exploring. I hiked towards a flat area of untouched powder. The outside line looked steep enough to garnish speed and was the best bet. I was followed by Scotty from Boston – we smoked a cig and dropped into a sweet powder run – the best of young Scotty’s life. We hiked again; I realized that this run was untouched because it was not good enough to deserve the locals’ attention.
Wednesday day came five fold – 6 inches turned to 30 inches over a few days. The fish 56 came out and performed. My host Ryan on the Malalo; we ate powder for five days. We ran into the same moose 4 days in a row. I was blowing snow; just blowing snow. Dropped some cliffs; rested on some pillows. The terrain at Jackson is so sick, just filthy sick. My last day was just hiking the Crags and my last run was just as good as on the first powder day – 5 days ago.
The snow made Ryan and me a little weird. We kept quoting a Ben Stiller Show episode we watched on youtube. “Answer the question!” we would quote as we shredded powder (we actually made cumming noises it was so good). Well, Jackson answered the question of where I want my riding to go: exploring new terrain; pushing my freeriding; and, hopefully, back to Jackson.

Big ups to Ryan the Chef, Jason for providing a comfy couch, Ollie, and Scotty. Peace.