A few days in Jackson

With Winter winding up at a lightspeed pace, frantic calls from the 307 area code started coming my way. "Cody where are you?!? Get to Jackson now!!!" I immediately fled the Canadian territories for a 17 hour, one day drive down to Jackson. From the less than humble start in Jackson, the spigot turned on the day I arrived and more than 10 feet fell in the two weeks I skied with the TGR crew.

Pictures were to be honest, few and far between. Skiing took precedent. The camera stayed in the pack for fear of dropping it in the bottomless fluff that paraded across the Tetons. 8 days of filming from sunup to sundown left my legs beaten like piñata and more exhausted than a Tiger Wood's joke. Some of my best skiing in my life took place these past two weeks.

Welcome to the Tetons.


Shroder Baker in Trench Town.


Josh Nielson feeling the side effects of living in Trench Town.


Todd Ligare. Tree couloir of deepness.


The Sea of Dreams


Heading out my favorite zone in JH. The North Shore aka The North Choir.


One of the more exciting lines I've ever skied. Sluffing like a hard rain, peppery like a Steak au Poivre and a bounty of airs. (My track = looker's leftmost)


Side note: 7 and 1/2 hours of bootpacking for this 20 second line was totally worth it!