Ski Season, We’ll Do This Again

Proximity to the Rocky Mountains was a top‑three reason I left the East Coast for Denver. I started skiing in high school, and being in the mountains snaps my soul back into alignment every single time. Beyond the views, the mountains humble me in the best way — legs burning, lungs negotiating, ego reset.

And yes, I love staying in the ski villages. Partly because they’re classy af, but mostly because the snow cats come out at night and put on a whole show grooming those perfect corduroy lines. It’s like watching quiet choreography in a dimly lit room - unexpectedly magnetic.

At heart, I’m a snow moose — happiest in the cold, wandering toward the next slope.

Photo made on February 22, 2025, at Copper Village on an iPhone 16.