It was early February, and would’ve been a bluebird day had it not been for the whiteout and -15* temps that early morning. I rode the chair through weather that dog sled teams would’ve prayed for lights of neighboring settlements, gripping tight against the frigid and howling winds.
I couldn’t see a thing past the tip of my board and made turns to head into the covering of the trees. I stopped just shy of a tree skirt, and sat down.
I cannot recall a single noise aside from the sound of the wind and snow creating little tornados of white. A sound that if witnessed, chills you and warms your soul all the same, and so, I sat there humble and began to imagine applying such energy to my dreams and ambitions.
It was this day, freshly into my second year living in Colorado that I learned I wanted to capture my experiences and love of life into something that represented my ever-growing fascination with adventure, and more so, to share it with people that felt just like me. For this moment, and all that we shall share,
This is Maywood Mountain.