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If I was going to run away for a long weekend with my bros, these are the kinds of places I’d think of: Alta, Jackson, Snowbird, Park City, Sugarloaf, and Squaw, to name a few. In fact, I’ve met up with buddies for long weekends at most of these places (and the ‘What Happens In Vegas’ statute applies to each). But what if the most storied, perhaps, of all bro destinations—Jackson Hole, Wyoming—could handle a bro with family in tow? That is to say, what if I could have an epic dudes’ weekend without neglecting my wife and children? What if, as they say, we could all—man, wife, son, and daughter—have our flakes and ski them, too?
This investigation shall be conducted over the course of the next few days, via photo slideshow, below. New photos will be added as the investigation progresses.
WARNING: Veteran Skiing readers, unaccustomed as they are to family editorial coverage, may be alarmed to find gratuitous and intimate scenes of family life depicted within. Stay strong.
I followed Luke through the Lil Stash Park about 84 times on Thursday and managed not to break anything—all the better, since snow was in the forecast for Thursday night and I made plans with the guys for Friday morning and needed to be limber and healthy. Last summer, Burton Snowboards worked with Jackson to install Stash Parks—terrain parks that utilize natural features and materials—around the mountain. They’re pretty freaking fun, and they’re spaced out so you can hit ’em in between glades, chutes, and other good stuff.
Here, I attempt explaining to my family that they’ll all be in ski school come morning so dad can have his own shred time.
Finally, those backbreaking days of holding Luke between my legs has paid off. I now have a little partner who can ski the terrain I want to ski.
The cornice above legendary Corbet’s Couloir is always buzzing with spectators and would-be dropper-inners. I watched as a boarder and my friend Zahan both drop lines on skier’s right—both ended with loud thuds. I’d never skied it before. Would I today? Click ahead to find out…
Nothing like that feeling of elation when you realize something isn’t quite as hard as you thought it was going to be. Of course, the fact that Corbet’s is mighty filled in due to record snowfall helps.