Amy Fulwyler

Several years ago I enrolled in a writing class, and one day, the instructor asked, “What will you miss most when you die?” We were to address this somewhat morbid topic in our writing journals. After some initial hesitation, I started thinking... about skiing. Brilliant, cloudless days of blue skies and untracked powder. The feel of my skis coming around at just the right moment on perfect corduroy. Having so much fun that I burst out laughing in the middle of a run, unable to contain myself. The biting cold of short, sunny December days, the gentler feel of spring and perfect corn snow. Sharing all of this with friends who feel as I do – that skiing makes me feel more alive than anything else I do.

I live in the mountains because it is here that I feel most at home, and most connected to myself. Skiing has been part of my life for as long as I can remember, and Jackson embodies the skiing lifestyle. People here share my passion for the sport and my joy at the perfect powder run. They understand the feeling of being fully engrossed in the moment, all senses sharpened, as they drop into a steep chute or fly faster and faster down a smooth groomer at the area.

Living in Jackson, spending time in these mountains, skiing... I can't imagine living any other way.