This is Mecca. Make the Pilgrimage.

Sherman was the first of the east coast crew to finally come out and visit. I’m certain that as he descended from the sky and stepped out onto the tarmac at Jackson Hole airport, he immediately shit his pants. It’s hard not to when the Grand Tetons and the Jackson Hole Mountain Resort are towering over and taunting you with one simple question; Do you have the balls? When I moved here last June it was a quick realization that it was the best decision I have ever made. If you have never been here, shame on you. Its terrain is like nothing you’ve experienced. There are trees galore, open faces with endless turns, steep bowls, death cliffs (ask Sherman, see photo), beckoning pillowcase lines and endless possibilities. And I’m just talking about the areas in bounds. The backcountry here is vast, easily accessible and as rewarding as it is treacherous. But it will kill you at will, especially gapers. The hike-able terrain that is still in bounds is worth the torture, as it weeds out the unworthy and undeserving. Much of the video footy you’ll see in the near future was in areas that had been truly untouched. It was so deep, that no matter how fast we went, we were still getting stuck. Sherman’s visit outshined any of the days I had out this season. During his stay, the snow gods partied and proceeded to puke uncontrollably on the mountain. He was fortunate enough to see the Jackson Hole I had been telling him about. My words can’t do a good powder day here justice. You’ll have to see it for yourself. This is Mecca, make the pilgrimage.

Note: The photo of the cliff above could have meant certain death for both Sherman and I. Our guess was a 50-60 foot drop to definate pain.

-Schelling