Back In The Day


December 1, 2013

Somewhere along the line I got lucky. It’s hard to approximate the values of how lucky an experience might have been. But the first luckiest thing that has ever happened to me is the fact that if each of my ancestors hadn’t conceived at the exact nanosecond that they did, I wouldn’t be here. The next luckiest thing that happened was coming into contact with some of the following people. Because in someway or another they are responsible for the amazing experiences I have had in my life.

At the beginning it was Tyson. Teaching us how to ski the gnarliest lines at Snowbird at the ripe old age of 8. This was when I learned to fall off cliffs onto my head into powder deeper then I was tall, and how to straight line a mogul field so far in the back seat that no adult could hope to keep up with fully developed knees and joints.

Then it was Carter. Carter had a baby back then who is now the same age as I was when he first taught us to land a 20 foot cliff and how to ski any run at Snowbird on one ski. Of course when I refer to being “taught”, at that age being taught meant Carter told us to take one ski off. After two hours of crashing, accidentally hitting jumps and having way too much fun, we had learned to ski on one ski.

Then came Angry Coach, Powder Coach, and Putt Putt. Pete was “angry” coach. Bridger was “powder” Coach. All three were my heroes. Angry coach was supposed to be the responsible one. Always making us run behind the van for being late, pushing us to train hard and keep focused. Powder coach just wanted us to “send it” and “Giv’er the onion”. Always daring us to go bigger or ski faster. Putt Putt watched us all grow up, and loved to ski. From time to time when training gates was pointless we’d get to go out and watch the old man show us how it was done.

I was getting older (16ish now) and I became more then a shapeable little piece of dough. But thanks to all those mentioned above along with some others, I started going faster. Brad Saxe came along and made me quite unhappy for a little while. He had coached talented athletes from all over the western U.S. and started to force me to take responsibility for the career I said I wanted. I never fathomed the amount of time and hard work I would have to put in to take each next step on the path to my dream of making the U.S. ski team. But Brad, with his technical knowledge and experience, was there for me. Even after I may or may not have stressed him out enough to break his three-year tobacco sobriety.

There were so many others as well. Each with their own story of personal kindness that in some way good or bad helped me reach the first step in my dream. Thanks Kyle, Steph, Alecia, Pearl, Chaffee, Dogger, Steve and Sue, Ralph, All my ski racing friends and not, and all the family, friends, and acquaintances that have loved and supported me.

P.S. I promise in the future my posts will be a paragraph or smaller… You can blame these short novellas on my insecure online personality, and a need to actually have something on my webpage besides a couple pictures ;{}

3 responses to “1”

  1. Zach says:

    Hey… am I reading that Giv’er the onion is a term you had heard and used before me?! Who the hell used it?..I’ll Kill em!

    Great Blog Bud. It was Nice to hear your story from start to finish at one time VS the bits and pieces in the tune room.

    Rubes.. your the kind of skier that keeps progressing. You never go backwards, injury or not, you learn and progress. You were fun to watch and Great to work with. Keep it up Son!

    Zach aka Farv

  2. Tyson says:

    Ha! I’m glad that you learned some sweet back seat skills (you never know when you’ll need them to arc a fatty out of a ill timed turn). Great to see you out making tracks, and I hope that you are having fun!

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