At the conclusion of my second season (first full season) of skiing, I executed a magnificent yard sale on Hugh’s Heaven at Blackcomb mountain. I tumbled over my skis, falling down the slope onto my right shoulder and head. The hit to the head dazed me (get a MIPS helmet folks!), and I knew something…

I got into skiing late in the 2021-22 season at the age of 36. It’s become an obsession actually, and I never saw it coming. In February 2022, I would have said that tropical people like myself don’t belong on snowy mountains. We’d just get cold. It started with a 4-day weekend trip to Whistler,…