The tradition is born

Dear rider,

I’m pumped to share this special tradition with you & I hope you act on something you’ve been dreaming up. You never know where it can lead you. Skiing was sprinkled in my life in middle school, high school and a bit in college. I took to skiing naturally and went a few times a year. Nothing to write home about. My dad had the history in skiing. Memories dating back of him and his friends renting mountain houses all winter long, enjoying the slopes each season. We didn’t do it as a family growing up. Competitive sports, other hobbies and priorities took precedent.

It wasn’t until my after my first grueling year as a tax accountant where I was daydreaming about mountain life, an adventure, SOMETHING. I couldn’t seem to scratch the itch and kept thinking about this mountain trip, one where my dad would join me. A few things fell into place. Tax season was winding down & I didn’t use my two week vacation yet. I put my vacation time in, and we booked a euro-ski trip. This trip is what sparked our yearly ski trip tradition. It was also the beginning of the end of my career as a tax accountant…

This trip was full of surprises and opened our eyes to what apres ski was all about. There was no turning back. We needed a dose of this excitement each season. The slopes were remarkable, the memories and the stoke that comes with adventure was contagious.

On our euro-trip, we couldn’t wait to plan the next ski trip. I’m excited to reflect on each ski trip and share the laughs, hiccups and hidden gems we uncovered along the way!

Stay alive,

Tina