Dedicated to getting you up close and personal with skiing and adventure
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
At the age of 5, my parents helped me navigate the bumps for the first time on Pineault at Camp Fortune in the Gatineau Hills. My passion for skiing really took off once we arrived at Ski Vorlage, the birthplace of my mother's skiing legacy. Snowy days, to long nights under the stars, it was here that I got the itch for skiing and the excitement that came along with it. After several seasons, eventually skiing every resort in the area, I became obsessed with the sport. Over the years, with family and friends, I began to explore more ski mountains, farther from home, discovering many unique, exciting and breathtaking resorts. What makes me excited? Is it the amazing views from the mountain tops, the high speed thrill of carving up the slopes, or a technical curiosity of the ski lifts... one thing is for sure, it's definitely the best way to enjoy the best season of the year, and one amazing life long passion.
I owe my first skiing experience to my husband who introduced me to this great sport at Mont Saint-Sauveur a few years ago. Previous to this ski weekend, I noticed my husband's contagious passion for downhill skiing through his long-time practice of it, as well as his mesmerizing descriptions, videos and pictures of several breathtaking Canadian mountain landscapes that he has had the fortune to experience mainly through his skiing; I had to give it a try. Exposure to these mountainous environments in Canada has also brought back fond memories of my upbringing in Latin America where I grew up surrounded by the majestic Andean mountains. As a result, I fell in love with the sport and the beautiful scenery of the awe-inspiring Canadian mountains.I am looking forward to enjoying many more ski weekends over the course of the years to come.
My lifelong skiing adventure began at the age of 2 when my parents strapped a pair of plastic skis onto my winter boots. I clomped a very short distance of perhaps 25 feet on the old railway in the Laurentian mountains, but my father said I was bound to become a passionate skier. Apparently, he was right! I began downhill skiing in the more "traditional" way a few years later, at the ever-picturesque Vallée Bleue, situated in Val-David, in the Laurentians. It was here, moving slowly down the winding trails surrounded by pine trees, that I learned basic techniques and developed a love for the sport. Nowadays, I enjoy skiing almost every weekend from November to April. Being outside, enjoying fresh snow, the thrill of carving down a nicely groomed trail or silently exploring a new glade: there is nothing I would rather do. I believe skiing is a great sport that helps pass the otherwise dreary winter months, and I anxiously await the arrival of winter every year!
I started skiing around 1980 with my elementary school program that would bring us up to the now defunct Glen Mountain near Knowlton in the Eastern Townships of Quebec. I wasn't warm to the idea of skiing at first but thanks to my grade 4 teacher, I am glad that she convinced me to go. The Glen ended up being my second home on weekends and days off from school for the winters to follow. I worked at Owl's Head for 12 years as a liftie in the winter months, and in the hotel during the summers and kept my connection to skiing. When I left Owl's Head in 2001 for a career change, I left skiing behind as well until 2012 when I rediscovered a new found passion for the sport. I enjoy discovering new ski areas, and I am a bit of a ski lift "nerd" at the same time. There is nothing more stress relieving to me than riding a chairlift and putting my two feet on skis at a ski hill for the day. My other interests are photography, music, hiking, and ski history.
I got into skiing early, night skiing at Camp Fortune during elementary school. During high school, I had a season pass which caused a few skipped afternoons. I kept up skiing in high school with some straight all camber 210cm rockets when many buddies switched to snowboards during the early days of the sport. After high school though I basically stopped downhill skiing. I was based in Toronto for a while then Yellowknife up in the North West Territories where snow machining was the thing to do. Finally, when I moved back to Ottawa I decided to get back into alpine. I love downhill skiing... why had I stopped! Well, I bought some used Fischer Wateas 78's 181cms and got back on the hill. You don't forget how to ski. Anyway, I'm now hooked. Look I'm not some expert free rider or ex-racer but I like to go fast and I'll ski in any condition. I've switched up my skis a couple times now slowly moving to wider skis with more rocker. I've also tried Telemark skiing. I love skiing, I love being outside in winter, I love railing groomers and of course breaking fresh tracks in the powder. See you on the hill.
From the age of 7 I began casually skiing with my family a few times every winter. It wasn't until our family trip to Killington, VT that I became obsessed with the sport. Maybe it was the blizzard that dumped several inches of powder, the roaring down the beautiful groomers or glades, riding my first gondola, or the chocolate covered waffles that fueled my passion for the sport that continues to this day. After my family purchased a condo in the Killington area I've referred to it as home ever since. Post-college I moved out to Seattle, WA where I am now exploring larger mountains and more advanced terrain. Nothing beats fresh powder tracks, skiing with great company, and the burning sensation of your legs after a technical run. I look forward to continue exploring more mountains out West and in Montana, Colorado, and Utah. Almost every weekend during the winter you can find me on the slopes, otherwise I am probably hiking, running or dabbling in photography!