I’ve had skis strapped to my feet since I was two years old.
What started as playing hooky from preschool on Thursdays to shadow my ski patrol dad at our local molehill, Whitetail Resort in Mercersburg, Pennsylvania, turned into a winter spent with my cousins in Truckee, California during the unforgettable ’10/’11 season, and later, constant 3+ hour drives to Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine from college in Boston whenever a storm rolled in.
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Eventually, the call of the western mountains was too loud to ignore. While many of my closest friends moved to Southie, Boston and the East Village, NYC, I took a risk and planted myself, by myself, in the Wasatch.
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I wasn’t alone for long. I met Sean, my boyfriend of three years, on the Summit chair at Solitude Mountain Resort, just in time for the record-breaking winter of ’22/’23, when the walkway to our cabin looked like this:
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Silver Fork, UT
Home base is now Brighton, Utah. I spend my winters in the backcountry, chasing storms, earning turns, and trying not to check my phone, though I have recently taken up TikTok to share my adventures in hopes of encouraging more women to venture out into the backcountry (and build confidence skiing in general).
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When the snow melts, I don’t migrate back East (as I once profusely promised my friends) but I trade my skins for hiking boots. Travel is my second love (tied closely with cooking), so while the winter months are reserved for my local mountains, I tend to bookend ski season exploring curious corners of the world.
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This August, I’ll begin law school at the University of Utah’s S.J. Quinney College of Law. But first, I plan to ski as much as possible, and then spend over 100 days traveling through New Zealand, Australia, Nepal, India, and Southeast Asia.
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Piste A(dja)Scent is a place for backcountry mornings (and nights), early alarms and worth-it views, and unconventional, budget-conscious adventures abroad.
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High places tend to find me. I’m usually there when they do.