Hello friends, Jacquelyn Lane here, writing to you from the snow-capped Rocky Mountains. This week, we’re taking a much-needed vacation in my beloved home state of Colorado for my favorite winter activity – skiing. Gliding down a mountain blanketed in fresh powder stirs my soul in a way little else can. Skiing is a graceful metaphor for life – balance allows the skier to dance down the steepest pitches, and proper form deploys gravity to propel them forward. I love the smell of pine and the crunch of snow under my skis. Our first day of skiing was a bluebird day – four inches of fresh powder and blue skies. I spotted some untracked powder 150 vertical feet above the lifts with my name on it and decided to work for my turns. These mountains have always been my favorite teachers, and in the limited oxygen at 13,000 feet, the strenuous climb to the summit provided me with three lessons.
Week 24.07 It's the Climb
Week 24.07 It's the Climb
Week 24.07 It's the Climb
Hello friends, Jacquelyn Lane here, writing to you from the snow-capped Rocky Mountains. This week, we’re taking a much-needed vacation in my beloved home state of Colorado for my favorite winter activity – skiing. Gliding down a mountain blanketed in fresh powder stirs my soul in a way little else can. Skiing is a graceful metaphor for life – balance allows the skier to dance down the steepest pitches, and proper form deploys gravity to propel them forward. I love the smell of pine and the crunch of snow under my skis. Our first day of skiing was a bluebird day – four inches of fresh powder and blue skies. I spotted some untracked powder 150 vertical feet above the lifts with my name on it and decided to work for my turns. These mountains have always been my favorite teachers, and in the limited oxygen at 13,000 feet, the strenuous climb to the summit provided me with three lessons.