Winter and Skiing
Winter Pictures
© 2010 Ted Kerasote
Web design by Dina Sutin
Many of you have written to ask about winters in Jackson Hole.  How do we live with this much snow?  How do we stand the cold?  How does one ski uphill?

Here are some words and photos that I hope will answer your questions while describing how beautiful and entertaining winter can be.

First, consider that winters in the northern Rockies don’t have much humidity despite the great amounts of snow that fall.  In other words, the cold is dry.  I’ve been far colder on a damp, 32-degree-Farhenhiet day in London or New York City than I’ve ever been on a sunny winter day in the Tetons.  

The low humidity also means that the snow is light—like Ivory Flakes.  You can blow a few inches off your windshield as if your were blowing out birthday candles.  This light-density snow makes skiing a joy because most of that white stuff is really air.  Skiing through such feather-light snow is as close to flying as a terrestrial being can get while still being attached to the earth.

In the mountains around Jackson Hole there will be ten to twelve feet of snow on the ground by March, with three to four feet around my house on the valley floor.  The earth turns into a smooth white highway, and you can travel anywhere on skis, gliding over places that in the summer would take hours of bushwhacking to negotiate.  There are no mosquitoes, no black flies, no mud, and no smoke from forest fires.

For those who don’t like to ski, snowshoe, or snowmobile, the winter is long indeed in Jackson Hole, lasting from mid-October through May in some years.  But if you do like to ski, and are willing to put “skins” on the bottom of your skis—nylon strips that give you traction to go uphill—you can explore the high mountains, going where few people travel.  Here the snow is deep and untracked, making for the sort of skiing I love to do. There are no lift lines; the country is private and quiet; and it’s also great exercise since you climb several thousand feet up for the equivalent amount of skiing down.  After you do that a few times, there are no worries about how many calories are in your dinner.

No need to worry about driving either, for the roads are always plowed.  However, this means that there are no “snow days” for Jackson Hole’s school children.  As far as keeping the house comfortable at 20 below zero, the woodstove keeps it warm enough to lounge in a T-shirt and shorts.  I like the cold, but I don’t like being cold.     

The saddest time of the winter for me is its ending.  Watching the snowline creep up the mountainsides, I have an acute attack of my personal form of SAD:  Spring Affective Disorder.  The thought that I shall have to hang up my skis and use my slow, walking legs sends me to the Alps in April, where I can still find a few more weeks of gliding swiftly through the high white world of winter.
To learn more about skiing in the Tetons go to Teton AT:  http://www.tetonat.com.

To learn more about backcountry skiing in Colorado and Europe, and to see a full account of my 2009 Swiss-Austrian ski traverse with Lou Dawson, visit Wild Snow:  http://www.wildsnow.com.
A frosty, below zero morning in Jackson Hole.A herd of bison heads south toward their winter feeding grounds.Nineteen inches of new snow on the picnic table.You need an arctic entry to store everyone's snowpacks and skis.It may be cold outside, but it's warm around the Christmas dinner table.Breaking trail up through the snowy TetonsA spot of tea on one of the Teton summits.Deep Teton powder--light as a cloud.Ted and friends do some research for the new dog book on a wintry afternoon.And head out for a deep dark powder day the next morning.Climbing the last bit to the summit. When the snow begins to melt in Wyoming, it's time to head for the Alps for a few more weeks of skiing. Here, my friend Lou Dawson and I begin the Silvretta Traverse on the border of Switzerland and Austria.Ted skiing across one of the high Austrian glaciers.
Photo by: Lou Dawson The Jamtal Hut is a welcoming place to spend the night. Old friends and new meet around dinner in the hut.
Photo by: Lou DawsonOn the next day, we skin up toward another peak.
Photo by Lou DawsonLou giving me a belay on one of the steep pitches of a mountain called Piz Buin.Ted climbing in a couloir leading to the summit of Piz Buin.
Photo By: Lou DawsonLou and Ted on one of the Silvretta's summitsLou skiing down a steep couloir late in the afternoon and back to the Jamtal Hut.Ted and Lou enjoying some beer on the deck of the hut.Finally, we have to head down to the lowlands . . . 
Photo by: Lou Dawsonand back to bare ground, the train, and the plane home.
Photo by: Lou DawsonBut the memories of the great mountains will sustain us until next winter
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