The town of Jackson is known for its dismally poor male-to-female ratio during the winter. Guys, if you don’t like your 7:1 odds, well, too bad.
(Photo: Bob Woodall/Focus Productions)
Jackson Hole is a pretty serious place. It starts with the ski area’s terrain, which is gnarly enough that the management posts huge signs at the top and bottom of the Tram warning people to take it easy or they might get killed.
Brian Mohr was tired of sketchy avalanche conditions, so he moved East where there’s a growing backcountry community.
In the ski world, you often hear stories of East Coasters fleeing west to find the Promised Land. They leave behind their humble, icy pasts for extreme, powder-filled futures, and never look back. But what you don’t typically hear are the stories about people who do look back—people who went west only to find that their Promised Land, it turns out, is still in the east.Brian Mohr, a photographer and backcountry skier now living in Moretown, Vermont is one of those people.