Would you ski with your baby on your chest? This dad did.
Just before my daughter was born, I received a gift in the mail from a ski buddy containing a pink Flylow onesie that read, “Two inches of powder is knee deep to me.” It was the best gift I got. With the impending responsibilities of fatherhood hitting me hard, this small swatch of soft cotton was a psychological parachute telling me that my life as I knew it wasn’t (completely) going to crash and disintegrate.
Gather the guys for a day of bumps, chutes, and endless powder interrupted only by snowmobiling, craft beers, and amazing eats.
9 a.m.: Fuel up and get on the hill early—you’re heading to Empire peak, where a few laps on the groomed blues and double blues off Empire Express will get your ski legs under you.
11 a.m.: Stop for an early lunch at Empire Canyon Grill, where a Niman Ranch beef burger with all the fixins is in order. Might as well throw in a slice of the gooey chocolate caramel cake—you’ve got a couple hours of hard skiing ahead.