I didn’t always know I would become a skier. I actually didn’t even visit a ski slope until I was 12 years old. My father was a true ski bum where he rented an apartment in Tahoe and was a ski teacher for many years. He had mattresses on the floor and a kitchen table that was a cable reel dispenser. A true legend in my eyes. My first mountain was Bosquet where my dad showed me the ropes. It only took me a few times on that bunny hill to be sure I wanted to do this the rest of my life. Now I’ve skied over 75 places worldwide and can’t stop planning new adventures. I’ve been all over the US, Canada, South America, and Australia to name a few. My next stop is Japan where rumors have that the best snow in the world is located in those mountains. My journey hasn’t been alone either. I have my cousin Ray to thank for the passion because he keeps me motivated to try new things. He has skied over 100 places in New England and I want to catch him one day.
Taylor Prewett
