Back in the early 2000s we were in the grips of a hardcore snowboarding habit; having never ridden out west we took a shot in the dark and decided that Jackson Hole would be our first foray into big mountain riding. That year for spring break we loaded up our Jeep and drove over nineteen hundred miles from Pennsylvania to Jackson, Wy. That week we rode what would turn out to be an epic week of snowfall in the Tetons. Over the following years we dabbled in other western mountains but somehow always found ourselves back in Jackson. Nowhere else held our attention like the rugged and dramatic landscape of Tetons. We hadn’t been back since 2008 and were long overdue for a visit so we headed to Jackson- that like the sign describes when you cross into Wyoming is truly “like no place on earth”...