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Whether in front or behind the camera, new MHW Trail Athlete @claytonherrmann brings artistic expression to every adventure.

Focused on human-powered movement through wild terrain, Clayton dominates in many fields, including the first known ski descent on Diamant des flammes de pierres Face sud-ouest “Del l’Or en Barre” with fellow MHW athlete Vivian Bruchez and Grand, Middle, and South Tetons linkup in a 16-hour push.

“Through photography projects with professional athletes, I quickly realized I needed to move efficiently in the mountains to keep up. Training for this pushed me towards trail running to build endurance, which evolved into a passion for big mountain linkups, moving quickly through technical terrain and finding creative ways to connect peaks and remote alpine zones.”

Welcome Clayton!

Whether in front or behind the camera, new MHW Trail Athlete @claytonherrmann brings artistic expression to every adventure.

Focused on human-powered movement through wild terrain, Clayton dominates in many fields, including the first known ski descent on Diamant des flammes de pierres Face sud-ouest “Del l’Or en Barre” with fellow MHW athlete Vivian Bruchez and Grand, Middle, and South Tetons linkup in a 16-hour push.

“Through photography projects with professional athletes, I quickly realized I needed to move efficiently in the mountains to keep up. Training for this pushed me towards trail running to build endurance, which evolved into a passion for big mountain linkups, moving quickly through technical terrain and finding creative ways to connect peaks and remote alpine zones.”

Welcome Clayton!

Whether in front or behind the camera, new MHW Trail Athlete @claytonherrmann brings artistic expression to every adventure.

Focused on human-powered movement through wild terrain, Clayton dominates in many fields, including the first known ski descent on Diamant des flammes de pierres Face sud-ouest “Del l’Or en Barre” with fellow MHW athlete Vivian Bruchez and Grand, Middle, and South Tetons linkup in a 16-hour push.

“Through photography projects with professional athletes, I quickly realized I needed to move efficiently in the mountains to keep up. Training for this pushed me towards trail running to build endurance, which evolved into a passion for big mountain linkups, moving quickly through technical terrain and finding creative ways to connect peaks and remote alpine zones.”

Welcome Clayton!

Whether in front or behind the camera, new MHW Trail Athlete @claytonherrmann brings artistic expression to every adventure.

Focused on human-powered movement through wild terrain, Clayton dominates in many fields, including the first known ski descent on Diamant des flammes de pierres Face sud-ouest “Del l’Or en Barre” with fellow MHW athlete Vivian Bruchez and Grand, Middle, and South Tetons linkup in a 16-hour push.

“Through photography projects with professional athletes, I quickly realized I needed to move efficiently in the mountains to keep up. Training for this pushed me towards trail running to build endurance, which evolved into a passion for big mountain linkups, moving quickly through technical terrain and finding creative ways to connect peaks and remote alpine zones.”

Welcome Clayton!

Career Goal || Finally home and seeing it for the first time.

I truly couldn’t be more honored to have landed the latest cover of @theskijournal with @madisonnnrose . As a photographer - landing a cover of one of the best ski mags in the world is a dream come true. Im beyond grateful for the incredible team over at The Ski Journal. Thank you to everyone for all the support over the years. Every comment, message and note means the world to me. Not one goes unnoticed or unappreciated. I couldn’t be more stoked to share this with you all. Thank you 🫶🏼

Career Goal || Finally home and seeing it for the first time.

I truly couldn’t be more honored to have landed the latest cover of @theskijournal with @madisonnnrose . As a photographer - landing a cover of one of the best ski mags in the world is a dream come true. Im beyond grateful for the incredible team over at The Ski Journal. Thank you to everyone for all the support over the years. Every comment, message and note means the world to me. Not one goes unnoticed or unappreciated. I couldn’t be more stoked to share this with you all. Thank you 🫶🏼

Life is Pain Au Chocolat || One world-class steep skier, a touch of bluebird sky, a dash of sun flare, and a flick of the rope for garnish. Sure, it’s no pain au chocolat recipe, but it’s just as sweet. Still shivering thinking about waiting for the sun to crest and it all to come together.

⛷: @vivianbruchez 🙌🏼

Life is Pain Au Chocolat || One world-class steep skier, a touch of bluebird sky, a dash of sun flare, and a flick of the rope for garnish. Sure, it’s no pain au chocolat recipe, but it’s just as sweet. Still shivering thinking about waiting for the sun to crest and it all to come together.

⛷: @vivianbruchez 🙌🏼

Life is Pain Au Chocolat || One world-class steep skier, a touch of bluebird sky, a dash of sun flare, and a flick of the rope for garnish. Sure, it’s no pain au chocolat recipe, but it’s just as sweet. Still shivering thinking about waiting for the sun to crest and it all to come together.

⛷: @vivianbruchez 🙌🏼

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

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Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

[ words continued in post …]

Some words and images from an all-time trip with the best people.

Yellow Shutters || The sun is setting over the valley as Marlo tumbles in the grass and flowers. A few more have popped up in the weeks since we arrived. The clouds, and the sky, and the mountains are pink- a few shades lighter than the wine being passed around. The bottle has a cartoon drawing of a blue man balancing a glass of wine on his foot. Focaccia, olive oil, and spritzes sit on the table. The flowers in the neighboring garden soak up the last of the day’s light, showing off their best colors and adding to the evening’s warmth.

It’s wild to think a chance run-in a few years ago, outside the bakery just up valley- a nervous hello, and a rushed goodbye- is now dinner with your best friends, who are now also mine, at a small restaurant on the hill. Instead of running out of things to say, it’s a slightly tipsy walk home down steep streets together, a half-empty bottle of wine in hand, planning tomorrow.

It’s chasing you around on skis, buying too many pastries, walking through Chamonix when it’s rainy- filling a day and a place that once felt lonely.

It’s a last-minute trip to Italy to ride bikes, eat fresh pasta, drink late-night Negronis, and try your favorite tiramisu. Revisiting places and memories you’ve talked about with the brightest eyes, letting me experience them all the same.

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Spring || Spring hits different.
Trail runs, long rides, big ski days…
sauna, cold plunge, repeat… w/ @redwoodoutdoorsco

A Tricky One ||

A rather full value day yesterday in GTNP with very heads up conditions. Rapid loading from the spindrifts coming down off the couloir walls made for reactive pockets. Some days you get to open it up - yesterday wasn’t one of those days. Thankful to have been navigating this line with @jm_mcginn and @kyle.hornor.guiding. It’s been a tricky year to say the least to line up conditions but still stoked to be out sliding around - especially on @4frnt_skis new Hoji. The dry hike out to the Phelps lake overlook in March is a new one for me.

@mountainhardwear
@4frnt_skis

Sounds of Winter || Thankfully there’s a new addition to the winter soundtrack this year with @redwoodoutdoorsco

Always Bring Your Renegades 🐺|| A rather fun day out in the park last week with @cd.anderson

📷: @cd.anderson

@mountainhardwear
@4frnt_skis

Always Bring Your Renegades 🐺|| A rather fun day out in the park last week with @cd.anderson

📷: @cd.anderson

@mountainhardwear
@4frnt_skis

Always Bring Your Renegades 🐺|| A rather fun day out in the park last week with @cd.anderson

📷: @cd.anderson

@mountainhardwear
@4frnt_skis

The Zombie || An obscure line in the Tetons shrouded in mystery and lore. It’s wild, it’s steep, exposed to hanging cornices the entire way, and stacked above cliffs. @jimmiryan, @erichroepke and I teamed up to find out what it’s all about. New episode just dropped with a link in bio!

@mountainhardwear
@4frnt_skis
@spicy_studio_outdoor

Tom Lafaille || Getting creative in the ice caves. Shot for @dynastarskis in Chamonix a few seasons back. Thrilled to be heading back this April!

⛷️: @tomlafaille // @dynastarskis

The Grand Teton || All-time conditions on the GT with @madisonnnrose and @jimmiryan. A full team effort and a proper send. Part of me can’t help but think my Grandpa was up there putting in a good word for us. A day I’ll remember for a long time 💛

@mountainhardwear

Backyard Upgrade || Conditions haven’t been firing in the Tetons, but the sauna is.
Stacking vert, skiing what’s out there, and focusing on recovery.

@redwoodoutdoorsco