Last night I arrived home from a trip to Breckenridge, CO with seven of my buddies. Here I am at 12,840 feet. My five year old son saw this pic and said, “Cool! Daddy, you look like a black Power Ranger!!!”

Not my intent of course, but I like the description. It was around two degrees Fahrenheit when that pic was taken. The wind chill was well below zero. Nevertheless, I am an avid skier and I’m passionate about every site and sound and aspect of the sport. The hard snap as you fasten your boots. The crunching sound of the snow as you walk towards the lift. The sharp click of your heel locking into the bindings. The deep breaths of fresh mountain air. The morning chill biting into your fingers and toes. The anticipatory sound of the chair lift rolling over the wheels at each pole. Feeling your skis glide down the ramp as you exit the lift. The feeling of placing your hands through the straps of your poles. The calm that surrounds you as you stand nearly 13,000 feet above sea level and carefully pick your line. And the adrenaline that engulfs you as you drop in and begin your descent. For me, there’s nothing that compares.

But enough about all of that! Because this morning I woke up and read this article over a cup of coffee, and I believe it’s biased. Tomorrow I’ll share why I believe that, but first I’m going to try to get ahold of the author to ask a few questions. More to come…

Wil