Veital Designs Jackson Hole 3x3 downhill skiing

3X3: I'm Goin' to Jackson

Veital Designs Jackson Hole 3x3 downhill skiing

Jackson Hole. The birth place of the Galande Quaff. Cowboy Country. And Rad Skiing. All things that
make it top of the bucket list for skiing. College kids I knew from my alma mater  were on a trip there and I decided to tag along for some cheap skiing fun. It was my first time to Jackson, and I was stoked to be going.
As most flat-landers are accustomed to, ski-trip dates out west are set in stone weeks in advance. Because
of this, we get what we get when it comes to weather. Unfortunately, on this trip, Jackson received 17
inches on Sunday and Monday. By the time I arrived on the slopes Wednesday, the mountain was skied
out. Total bummer, but that’s what you get. Regardless of the snow conditions, there was much to
check out. We skied hard all 3 days and developed a great understanding of the resort.

Veital Designs Jackson Hole 3x3 downhill skiing Corbets from Tram

For anyone who hasn’t been atop Corbets, it’s the real deal. Whomever makes that leap deserves a
round of applause. We all see pictures online, but until you’re peaking over the edge, it’s hard to
stomach how gnarly it is.

Veital Designs Jackson Hole 3x3 downhill skiing Matt Skiing

The mountain is made up of many small, medium, and hella large cliffs blended with trees throughout.
These trees have a great spacing about them. Not too clumped together. Perfect for making fast
bounding turns in deep snow. Jackson is gnarly. Not for the faint of heart. I see why this place is so
magical on a powder day.
As a Midwest skier that grew up skiing Summit County, I’ve never really experienced an inversion. My
last day at Jackson was just that. Crazy cool. I took the Tram up from cloudy dull weather, into the
clouds, then above.

Warmer air traps cooler air in the valley below and you get this.

Veital Designs Jackson Hole 3x3 downhill skiing Inversion Pic

The town of Jackson is special (different from the Teton Village). It reminds me of a cowboy outpost that
has grown into a small town. Sure, it’s supported by tourists and the resorts around it, but is has
character unlike any other ski town I’ve been to. It feels like a real place where real people make a living
rather than a bunch of restaurants and t-shirt shops at the base of a mountain. Be sure to stop at the
Cowboy Bar, if you’re in the area.

 

 

Caught Off Guard:

Jackson Hole Mountain resort is about 25 minutes from the town of Jackson, WY.
Most people commute back to Jackson after skiing. The town is awesome. Be sure to stop at the Cowboy Bar, if you’re in the area.

 

Calories:

The Mangy Moose. By far the best Après Ski environment I’ve ever been apart of. They’re at
the base of Jackson (Skier’s Right of the Tram). Great beers, great food, and live music every evening.
Prices aren’t bad either.

 

20:20 Hindsight:

When you see flights for $280 round trip out of Milwaukee to Jackson, book them. I
waited a few extra days after my plans changed a bit and I ended up paying $330 for a one way into
Jackson. If I see prices like that again, I’m pulling the trigger.

 

 

 


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Anvil does Winter Park, CO

3/16/2017 - 3/21/2017

Although we are only a few months in I have filled, for what in years past would be, an entire year's quota for travel. I wrapped up 2016, and subsequently brought in 2017, with a trip to Tazania to visit my sister, Madi (IG: @coolbeanmadi), who has been studying and working in East Africa for just under a year. A few weeks after getting home from that trip, I hopped on a plane for a quick three day trip to Naples, FL for some late Winter sunshine therapy. While there, we stayed with a friends grandma, and although we may have brought the average age down significantly - the old folks brought the party.

That leads me to the next trip which, was very shortly thereafter the trip to Florida. The plan was to regroup with seven of my college amigos for another long weekend of skiing, snowboarding and general mountain Tom-Foolery. Unfortunately, we were not able to reunite the entire band, but we were able to find a group of four to tackle the Rockies.

The crew was rendezvousing from all over the country. We had John (IG: @theronjoberts) coming from Houston, Andrew (IG: @aschuch6) lugging camera gear all the way from Pheonix, Nathan (IG: @n8_schwenk) flying in from Knoxville, and myself from Indianapolis. The four of us had met at Purdue, all graduating between 2014-2015, and were trying our best to make a habit of this yearly trip. We had a group of eight last year in Park City, and if this participation trend continues, losing half the team each year, this is going to be a short lived tradition. Despite the decline in numbers, there was absolutely no decline in stoke for the getaway.

After having grown my hair out quite nicely over the six to eight months prior to the trip, I wanted to make a little noise upon my arrival in CO. The plan: a mullet. Flying out on a Thursday around lunch, I worked the first part of the day from home. This led perfectly into me getting the cut just before heading out to the airport, which is exactly what I did. Desean, at my local Great Clips, cut the quaff to perfection (after I pulled up several pictures to illustrate what a mullet actually was), and I left the joint feeling unstoppable. I immediately maxed the speakers in the car playing the Top Gun soundtrack and jet off to the airport. I caught my Southwest flight (because who else lets you fly a snowboard bag for free), and was on my way to Denver.

I was set to arrive a few hours before the other guys, and had scheduled a van into the mountains. The host of the Airbnb, suggested Home James (www.homejamestransportation.com) for our transportation needs, which certainly did not let us down. I sat outside the terminal on the sidewalk waiting for my ride in 75 degree weather... This was certainly not what I expected for a ski trip.

I get to the Airbnb, which I did not realize until I arrived, was in the Founder's Pointe Resort. The accommodations were very nice, we had a hot tub (which is absolutely essential) and were a short walk to the lifts. After settling dropping my gear off in the room, a bit famished, I set off into town to find food and a cold one. I hopped on the resort shuttle that met just outside of the Mountain Lodge at Fraser's Point, aka right across the road.

The shuttle driver recommended The Peak, and really did not give me much choice as he dropped me off at the front door. Feeling a bit defiant, and adventurous, I did not head his recommendation and walked to the next closest place - Randi's Irish Pub (https://randiswinterpark.com/). I was greeted by a friendly bar tender as I bellied up to the bar solo, still waiting on the amigos to arrive. I got myself a green brew, this was the day before St. Patty's, and a stew. The beer, stew and company that I was in, were superb. As I was eating I started chatting with the absolutely RAD, Maria (IG:_mfgv). Home girl had just gotten off the Appalachian Trail and was gearing up for the PCT in a month. Keep up with her and her travels via Instagram. When the dudes finally arrived, an hour or so later, we greeted each other with the typical bro hugs and catch-up pleasantries. We caught a couple more brews and ventured back to the condo... we had a couple big days ahead of us.

As I mentioned before, the weather in Winter Park was especially warm. We were seeing 50+ on the mountain, which made for very comfortable temperatures, but relatively sticky snow. That being said, the first day on the mountain was the coldest and had the best snow. They had opened the bowl at the top of the Panoramic Express lift up for the first time in over a week so, per the advice of a local, that is where we headed. We were all knocking off the rust of not having ridden in a bit and took our time hitting things too hard, at least the other guys were. I on the other hand bombed a couple runs, sent it down Forget-Me-Not into the trees, overcooked a corner, and went down hard on my left wrist. Mind you, this was before lunch, on DAY 1, I am such an idiot. The rest of the day went on as planned, sort of. I spent lunch with ski patrol, who told me definitely don’t continue to snowboard, got a wire mesh brace from them, and immediately returned to do what they said not to.

That afternoon we took the same shuttle back into Fraser to the Safeway to get groceries for dinner. We whipped up an unbelievable amount of spaghetti, wolfed it down, and then, since it was St. Patty’s, returned to our local watering hole, Randi’s. We soaked in some live music, green beer and a bit of Jameson and ventured home exhausted from the day.

Day 2 was pretty well a repeat of day 1, minus anyone getting injured. Since we had groceries we were able to pack our lunch, and with the weather being as nice as it was - caught some sun as we ate outside at Lunch Rock, mid way up the mountain.

Day 3 was more of the same, with the introduction of a lot more drone flying from Schuch. The last few years the dude has slapped together awesome recap videos for us. I typically find myself binge watching the 3:30 minute video for a decent time after each trip. Link for this year’s video is below:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ztLlzfe2Ec

Day 4 meant traveling back to real life. I caught lunch and a few beers at the airport before my flight left, direct to Indy (bless up). I strategically sat myself next to the cutest girl I saw with an open seat next to her, thanks Southwest, for the flight. Maddie, from IU, was heading home from Salt Lake after some absolutely bad assery of mountain biking and skiing. Biggest mistake of the trip - not getting her number. So if there is any chance she is reading this, or anyone knows who she is GIVE HER MY NUMBER (317) 997-5157.

Overall the trip was, of course, awesome. Stoked for next year!

#embracethebalance | #vivaveital

Adam "Anvil" Taylor

Co-Founder, Veital Designs, LLC.