Notes on Moving Up (Working Title)

Chris and his son, Luke.
Chris White, owning a NEK pedigree yet displaced to the big smoke of Boston, will be penning a blog about raising a skiing family, why he insists on doing it at Jay Peak and why, when it comes to picking the right resort to raise skiers, you might not get a second chance to make a first impression.
Check out his first blog post tomorrow, then expect future posts, with some degree of abandon, throughout the summer. You can also follow Chris on Twitter at @cwhitesnow:
Though a flatlander by birth, I grew up in the Northeast Kingdom from age four, sledding in the back yard, or at Killer Hill when the boys and I felt especially rugged. Craftsbury Nordic Ski center was practically my backyard. But it wasn’t until I graduated to alpine skiing that I discovered the true joys of snow.
By tenth grade (and boarding school in Massachusetts), I was skiing mostly at Jay Peak, but sampled the kindness in Burke, Stowe, and other local areas before lifting off to Colorado for university and the slopes of Vail, A-Basin, and Aspen. But it wasn’t until 1997 that I took my one year as a ski bum, back home at Jay after Peace Corps, Thailand.
Then came the long drought. Ten years in Arizona, Thailand again, and North Carolina. When I finally moved back to New England, to teach at a boarding school on Buzzards Bay, I couldn’t wait for winter and skiing. And this time, I wasn’t alone. I was dying to turn my wife, Yupin, a Thai citizen who had never before seen snow, and our son Luke onto the sport.
For the past two winters, we’ve been learning together—for them it’s a question of how to ski, for me it’s how to help them catch up. Though our family may be somewhat unique, it’s not uncommon for an inexperienced spouse to marry into skiing, and it’s a universal pleasure to watch loved ones of any age learn the mountain arts. Raising a family at Jay gives skiing a whole new dimension, and it’s as if I’m starting anew—and all of our tracks are fresh.



