Come the latter half of the summer, most of my days are spent shuttle driving for Blazing Adventures as the water on wild rivers gets lower and lower, and operations shift to other, more dam-controlled rivers. With the local trips on the Roaring Fork River on the wane, thanks in part to a rapidly melting snowpack and only a few bursts of precipitation since Memorial Day, we have started bussing our clients down-valley to Glenwood Springs, where the temps reach the mid-nineties and the sun blazes down with ferocity.

Laura & Mark
Snowmass summers are chock full of activities for the whole family. From raft trips with Blazing Adventures on the Roaring Fork River to lift-assisted downhill biking trails to Wednesday night Rodeos, everyone has something fun to get into during a visit to one of America’s highest ski resorts.
Well, it seems that the last six or so weeks of my life have existed in that place between ‘holy shit, that was awesome!’ and ‘wait, what just happened?’, leaving me in a fluttering state of mind. Going into it, I knew my time in Canada would pass quickly, but ninety days flashed right on by. The last few weeks were chock full of new experiences and wild stories. I had a chance to ski from the summit of Mt. McKenzie and cross Arrow Lake on an inland ferry with my van in the same day. I drank a boilermaker shot with some Canadian Legion members and skinny-dipped with fellow ski bums Leah Evans and Dersh later that evening. I swam in hot springs – commercial and natural, with tunnels and diving boards, hot and cold dips – all around the Kootenays , from Ainsworth to Fairmont, Halcyon to Radium.
I gave a quote to Jamie Lynn at the Snowmass Sun . She wanted to know about where I like to go when riding Snowmass. Here is an excerpt:
My favorite moment is cresting the top of the High Alpine chair, ready for that quick 10-min jaunt over to the Hanging Valley Headwall.