1,383 Words. 5 Minute Read.

I’m going to be honest – brutally honest. I might as well just go ahead and say it: I wasn’t impressed. OK, there it is – as I told a friend when stack ranking these ski towns, it’s akin to being picky about taking home Ms. February or Ms. August – both are 10s, but we have our preferences, as it were.

652 Words. 3 Minute Read.

You see, for an introvert like me — someone who does everything possible to avoid meeting strangers — the good Lord brings guys like Nikunj into my life. We shared a room in an old miners’ boarding house, both on the bottom bunks — like summer camp.

533 Words. 2 Minute Read.

I was sitting on a park bench in downtown Aspen, trying to figure out if I was going to camp for the night or make the trek to Taos, New Mexico — seven hours south, and it was already two o’clock… the decisions that plague a drifter.

864 Words. 3 Minute Read.

I said to my buddy as chairlift after chairlift of beautiful people waved to us, “There are only two types in these towns: those who made the right decisions in life, and those who were born into it – no one accidentally shows up in Deer Valley.”

1,855 Words. 7 Minute Read.

I proceeded to brush my teeth in a gas station bathroom and drove south. A translucent glow hovered over the Tetons, like the wings of a million angels letting the perfect amount of sunlight fall across them. I had one of those “Is this really my life?” moments — and it was only half past seven.