Whitefish Mountain Resort

I grew up in a small Montana City 15 minutes away from some of the best skiing in the country. Whitefish Mountain Resort, what was once Big Mountain, was a looming beautifully snow covered oasis of weekend glory. I learned to ski on that hill in 3rd grade, and in 7th grade I made the transition to snowboarding. My home mountian’s extensive terrain lead me through trees, open bowls, jagged cliffs, and on good days, chest high powder. The diversity of the ride will forever be one of the reasons why I Love My Mountain.