I had an invite from Scot Schmidt to come stay at the Yellowstone Club for a few days so I brought the wife and kid over to come and check it out. What happened next was pretty much the best ski weekend I have ever had. Fresh snow each day and no one home was the recipe for untracked lines off the ridge all weekend.
It all started with me and the wifey gearing up each day and pushing off into the storm from our slopeside cabin

Since she is still learning how to ski off the groomers, the shoulder was a perfect place for her to experience untracked pow. Not a track in sight and no crowds breathing down our necks, tracking everything up.

After a couple of runs, I told her I needed to go ski something steeper, and when I got to the top of the ridge, a ski patroller
taps me on the shoulder and says in a very serious voice, "come with me". I followed him over to a sweet run called Stein's and he peeled back the rope for the first time all year. He tells me to have at it and I looked around and there was no one behind me, so I savored the moment, then proceeded to open up the run, scoring knee deep all the way down.


Looking back up Stein's

I then went over to a steeper, narrower run called Luke-n-ator and had first tracks down that as well

The rest of the day was spent chasing Scot around all of his private pow stashes and at the end of day he wanted to take one more run but I had to decline. You see, I ran into Warren Miller at dinner the night before so he invited me over to his house for apres. I ditched Schmidt and grabbed my grom to head over to Warren's house and he entertained us with amazing stories of all his ski adventures over the last 70 years. It was awesome being able to hang out with Warren and my 6 month old son Huxley at the same time. I tried to take it all in stride, and I think I played it cool, but deep down inside I was like a little girl at Bieber concert

That night we went to some dudes mansion and I started snooping around his closet and found this jacket, made from real lynx tails...not sure what to think about that, and PETA complaints aside, I was having a blast hamming it up in this fat crib.

The next two days the storm continued to rage so I skied more untacked pow down the steep runs off the ridge, getting another first shot at the rope drop down Stein's and watching the Broncos dispatch the Chargers in total comfort.
More fresh lines await...

All in all, it was one of the most amazing trips I have ever been on and I cant say enough good things about the place and people at the Yellowstone Club.
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