Well… That was a season for the books. Day 1: November 22, 2025. Day 157: May 2, 2026. In between: 401.765 quadrillion snowflakes, 743.12 million smiles, and who knows how many friendships deepened and forever-loves met.

Life in the mountains can be a bit odd. The rattle and hum of the days leading up to guns-on can be queasy as you become fixated on the fibrillations of the thermometer. And then the weather breaks. Cold settles in. Snow begins to fall. And we become different versions of ourselves.

Who we become during the days we twist, turn and tumble our way down through feet of snow varies from person to person. Obviously. But the throughline for all who choose to put ass on chair and edge in snow is the boundless curiosity to discover the depths of joy that come from playing with gravity. And that joy can be as bottomless as some of the days from this past season.

Thank you for sharing your time, turns and smiles with us. It was a fuuunnn and fantastic 157 days. And thank you for showing just how this mountain makes us. Enjoy the warm season.

Cheers.