Around age seven, my family set out to conquer the mountain. With eager anticipation, I struggled to pull on my neon striped snowsuit (pictured below), knit hat and ski boots. Twenty minutes later, my family wobbled back to the ski basin and ordered three hot chocolates to help nurse our sprained ankles; provided by the snow-globe of Mt. Bachelor. As my best friend and her family whooshed down the slopes, I realized that this winter day was both the beginning and the end to my career as a professional skier. My family took a vow of skiing silence and never again returned to the hill without a giant inter-tube and an anxious amount of tire chains. For the remainder of my childhood, my experience in the snow primarily revolved around making “snow cones” in my back yard and recreating near Ethan Frome experiences sledding down neighborhood hills.
Rocking the neon snow gear
Until recently, I wrote off the prospect becoming a snowboarder. Although friends who share the pasion for the winter weather suggested that I learn, I simply dismissed the invitation as a common courtesy. I noticed that people often bond over how they can snowboard and those can’t silently look at their feet. Ultimately, I didn’t want to be the only adult on the bunny hill and because so few people spoke up to admit their lack of snowboarding knowledge, I never learned. I am really excited to intern at Pop Outerwear for many reasons, one being that Pop’s entire goal encourages people to get out and enjoy the mountain. I look forward to trying out this new sport, but in the meantime, I will learn about the industry of outerwear as I wait for winter to approach.
