Every sport has its shrines, their hallowed walls, dripping with history and nostalgia.
Fenway Park, The Brickyard, Madison Square Garden, all places that shaped the history of athletics.
Some people dedicate large portions of their life to visiting these historic venues.
They save and travel to watch a game there, or maybe even walk onto the field.
Unfortunately the average person is unable to really experience these venues.
Instead we experience these historic sporting sights as spectators, watching but never participating, cheering but never playing.
Skiing is a little bit different.
We have our hallowed lifts and historic mountains.
Instead we share them for the price of a lift ticket.
MSP films and stories of Squawlywood there are a lot of perceptions and expectations tied into Squaw Valley.
A large part of my perception of skiing has come from these mountains.
In any other sport I would be left imagining skiing lines off KT-22, watching pros from court-side seats.
The volume and density of terrain is incredible.
Cliff bands and natural hits littler the slopes and the parks are large, creative and well maintained.
Now I understand why so many great skiers have come from here, or moved here.
Honestly there’s not much that can be said about skiing Squaw that hasn’t been said before.
Be ready for pro callouts and big hucks, after all McConkey did ski here.
We’re skiers, we get to live our history, not just view it.
Don’t be content to just watch movies and read books, get out there and shred!
