Thank you to all the moms, aunties, grandmas, sisters and friends that have taught a child to ride!


May be an image of text that says 'A POEM FOR THE SKI MOM Up at dawn making brown sack lunches, she gathers gloves, helmets and layers by the bunches. Out the door, up the hill and onto the slopes, schlepped by Mom, to show us the ropes. With grace and style, she schusses with ease, "Follow my turns!" We pizza to please. We owe it to you, oh Mom's with the passion, for our love of the mountains and cold smoke ski action. You kept our hands warm and entertained in thelift the line, Thank you to Mom, for the love of skiing lasts a lifetime.'