what's your story on finding your way to snowboarding/skiing?
Growing up in Minnesota, you get to enjoy winter for what feels like 10 months out of the year. So if you want to get your healthy dose of the great outdoors, you better learn how to play in the snow. At the ripe old age of 8 and obviously too "punk rock" for skis, I hopped on my first snowboard and took to the icy slopes and tow ropes at Hyland Hills (yes, hills). Game over. Fast forward 9 years later when I moved out west to Colorado and the game was changed yet again with the addition of elevation, terrain, and this strange fluffy white stuff called powder. Here we are today, I'm still chasing the dream, trying to learn all I can about mountain movement and never happier than when I'm on my board.