My memories of ski club, ski vacations from younger days on the east coast are fuzzy at best. I vaguely remember Killington, Blue Mountain, one or two others…
The point is, I wasn’t drawn to the ski mountains.
When we moved to Alaska and Adam got into backcountry skiing and our friends started going out too, I felt left out and I’ll be damned if my friends have all the fun.
So I started backcountry skiing too, telemark style to be specific, with absolutely no downhill or tele skills under my belt. 4 winters and counting: it’s been great.