It didn’t take long. Just 10 turns into my Steamboat ski fest – as I schussed through knee-deep snow in a gorgeous glade that didn’t relent – spontaneous hooting, hollering, and other unscripted utterances echoed in the aspens. A Canadian was on the loose in Colorado. And he was having a very good time. Yes, […]
It didn’t take long. Just 10 turns into my Steamboat ski fest – as I schussed through knee-deep snow in a gorgeous glade that didn’t relent - spontaneous hooting, hollering, and other unscripted utterances echoed in the aspens. A Canadian was on the loose in Colorado. And he was having a very good time. Read More