If I was going to run away for a long weekend with my bros, these are the kinds of places I’d think of: Alta, Jackson, Snowbird, Park City, Sugarloaf, and Squaw, to name a few. In fact, I’ve met up with buddies for long weekends at most of these places (and the ‘What Happens In Vegas’ statute applies to each). But what if the most storied, perhaps, of all bro destinations—Jackson Hole, Wyoming—could handle a bro with family in tow? That is to say, what if I could have an epic dudes’ weekend without neglecting my wife and children? What if, as they say, we could all—man, wife, son, and daughter—have our flakes and ski them, too?
This investigation shall be conducted over the course of the next few days, via photo slideshow, below. New photos will be added as the investigation progresses.
WARNING: Veteran Skiing readers, unaccustomed as they are to family editorial coverage, may be alarmed to find gratuitous and intimate scenes of family life depicted within. Stay strong.