Doing what I love...

I was raised riding in deep fresh powder in Idaho. At an early age, I grew to enjoy snowmobiling. I started out with a Kitty Kat. It went about 8 mph. I soon graduated to the Kawasaki Drifter. Once I did that, I was able to ride with adults and keep up. I remember several times, telling mom I wasn’t feeling good enough to go to school but quickly sneaking with my father to go for a ride. My father always wanted me to go with him. It was wonderful to grow up and learn the things my father loved to do. Snowmobiling was one of them. We were part of the Ammon Trail Riders snowmobile club. Still today, I have great friendships with those that were part of the club. Snowmobile sooths my soul and gives me another reason to spend time in the mountains where I feel I belong.

Today, my brother and I went with some friends for a ride up above Kelly Canyon ski resort. It was a great day of riding. Deep snow, cold, sunny, and MOOSE! Yes, MOOSE. There are always firsts in life. Well, today, I had one. With all my times spend in mountains and trying to get too close to moose, I finally did it. I was chased by an angry, blood thirsty, killer cow moose. Well, wasn’t that bad, but let’s just say, don’t get between a cow moose and her calf and PRAY yours snowmobile doesn’t break down while trying to escape.

Skiing at Grand Targhee for the FaceBook Price

The only way to afford skiing now that I am a father of six is to either chaperon the school ski club which gives me a chaperone's pass or a take advantage of a new thing I discovered called Face Book Fridays.

My first time Skiing, I didn't do so hot. I was 13 and went with my brother, who was a hotdogger. I only lasted a half a day and gave it up. Then 2 years later, my good friend Cameron and I got a bright idea. Hey, lets join Ski club. I was hooked ever since. Cameron and I were in Ski club for 4 years. It was great. Each year we would go to Jackson Hole Ski Resort 9 times and then to Sun Valley 1 time. Cameron and I quickly gained confidence and soon stayed in the Black Diamond runs. Now, I continue to ski, but not as often. Maybe just a few times a year is all. I really enjoy it and always look forward to the next trip. I kept almost all my lift passes. I go to throw them away, but something just pulls me back...