Why I wrote this
My parents met on a chairlift in Vail. I was lucky enough to be born into a skiing family.
I believe my job as a real estate agent is to help you move from the life you live to the life you dream about. Now I get to ski with my parents while introducing my own kids to the sport, and that's a dream come true. If your family's dream is a weekend place in the mountains, or making the move for good, I'd love to help you get there.
We were weekend warriors from Boulder. My parents loved skiing and shared that love with my brother and me. I loved it, worked hard, and eventually made the U.S. Ski Team, skiing moguls on the World Cup. When I retired, I became a Program Director and Head Coach at Ski & Snowboard Club Vail, where I coached kids who went on to the U.S. Ski Team and the Olympics.
Here's what coaching taught me: if kids don't love it, they will never work hard enough to get good at it. Love comes first. Skill follows.
Then I had my own kids. Our daughters, Darwin and Andi, are going to have a hard time answering the question "When did you start skiing?" My wife, Rachel, skied until a few weeks before each of them was born. Their first winter, I Nordic skied with them on my chest and ski toured with them in a backpack. Darwin was on alpine skis at a year and a half, and Andi will be too. Today Darwin is five, and she rips. Last season, at four years old, she was skiing with parallel shins and enough inside ski pressure to leave arcs.
This guide is for parents who ski and want to share it with their kids, whether you're here year round, every weekend, or once a season. The technical stuff matters far less than you think. What matters is building a passion by keeping it fun, keeping them warm, and stopping before they want to.
And remember the real goal: raising a lifelong ski buddy. My parents are 80, and they're still my favorite people to ski with. A World Cup career is the blink of an eye in a lifetime of skiing. It should not be the goal.
See you on the hill.
Michael

