Jackson Hole, Wyoming

Date: January 2022

In the heart of winter, my friend Isaiah and I headed out to Jackson Hole—two friends seeking clarity in the cold, and adventure in the untouched wild.

We spent four days skiing the legendary slopes, and the mountains did not disappoint. On our final run, we decided to take a blue trail we hadn’t tried yet—one that started at the peak of a mountain hidden from view at the base. As we rode the second lift higher and higher, we looked at each other and realized we might’ve wandered a bit outside our comfort zone. At the top, we were greeted by the kind of steep descent that makes your heart drop for a moment. But there was no turning back. It was steep. And deep. And absolutely unforgettable. That run summed up the trip: bold, breathtaking, and just a little bit wild.

One of the most memorable moments was a snowmobile tour we took outside of town. We tore through fresh powder beneath the towering Teton Range, weaving between frosted trees and open valleys where silence echoed off the peaks. It was pure exhilaration. At the end of the ride, with snow clinging to our jackets and adrenaline still pumping, we pulled out the phone and hit record. Grinning from ear to ear, we looked at each other and said, “What a day.” Then cracked up, like kids who had just touched the edge of something epic.

Jackson Hole gave us everything we were looking for and more—deep snow, deeper friendship, and a reminder that pushing your edge is often where life becomes most alive.