I found myself with a little extra free time than usual this winter – on a hiatus from the actual ‘yopro’ aspect of my life. So, naturally, I devised a long thought-out plan that would allow me to book a short-notice Southwest flight 5 or 6 days out from an incoming storm cycle. Fortunately, our group became quite friendly with the Millers of the West last season and that bond became something for me to work with when considering lodging options in CO. I stayed with Geoff in Leadville for 4 nights and 5 days, chasing fresh pow from his home mountain of Copper to Monarch, Mary Jane, and even some backcountry in Mayflower Gulch. Each day brought countless fresh turns and tireless bootpacking to get us to great lines within and beyond resort ropes.

After I wore out both my welcome and Geoff’s skiing legs, it was off to Green River, Utah where I would spend a night at Robber’s Roost before making a long 4 hour stormy trek to Snowbasin the following morning. I arrived to 7″ of blower snow and nary a human being there to ski it. I found myself on an incredible streak of 6 powder days in a row heading into Murray, Utah where I would settle in for the remaining 3 nights prior to the rest of the YPGP’s arrival. After one off day (no overnight fresh snow), I headed to Powder Mountain where, again, I caught a glimpse of human life at a rate of about 1 per every 100 acres. Needless to say, the powder was at my disposal on every run and in places was as glorious as it gets. After a fine day at Pow Mow complete with my standard gift shop coffee mug purchase, I headed to Brighton on the arrival day of the YPGP. 10″ fell overnight and I found myself, yet again, counting my lucky stars.

In a situation which some might consider frustrating, overwhelming, or even dire, I thought of as a golden opportunity on which to capitalize. Sure, it’s a risky move during a time when my future has no certainties written in stone. But then again, where is the adventure in moving forward status quo due of fear of uncertainty?

Like the great Bill Briggs once said, “without risk, there is no adventure.”