I first learned to ski at our humble hill in Upstate New York, Labrador Mountain.  I was one lucky kid - my parents strapped an edgie wedgie to my skis and clad me in Obermeyer at the ripe age of 2.  It wasn’t until my teenage years that I really fell in love with skiing when I followed my brother into the terrain park.  I loved the challenge and thrill of sliding rails and sending jumps, but what I loved most was the camaraderie I found with the other ‘park kids’. They cheered me on during my first local competitions and became lifelong friends.  I chased my dreams of competing in the X Games to Utah, training with a slopestyle team at Park City and traveling around the country for competitions during my early college years.  

Inevitably, I discovered the magic of skiing powder in the upper bowls of PCMR!  My dreams of standing on slopestyle podiums morphed into dreams of standing on top of glistening peaks, painting my way down mountains of untouched snow.  With park skiing in the rear view mirror, I spent the following years learning how to ski pow and send cliffs in Little Cottonwood Canyon, and I first wiggled my way into the ski industry by testing skis with Freeskier Magazine annually.

Skiing has since taken me to some spectacular corners of the Earth, where I have found the same camaraderie that first fueled my love for the sport all those years ago in a terrain park in New York.  Skiing was the first spark that lit my fire for adventure, which has reached beyond the mountains, into my personal life and even my career as an aviator.  Though it has been 25 years since I first stepped into a pair of skis, I am still tickled pink every day that I am lucky enough to dance down the mountains and wide eyed with excitement for what the future of my ski career holds.

Cheers!
// Anna