Warren Miller, RIP

The first Warren Miller movie I ever saw was Steep and Deep. I was 12 years old and on the bus with my middle school ski club heading to Bristol Mountain in the Finger Lakes region of New York state. Skiing there was not "steep and deep," but it was a lot of fun. And, watching Warren Miller movies made us kids feel like we were a part of the tribe. We'd spend hours skiing moguls and perfecting daffies, and we all dreamed of having a dog like Zudnick. Over the years, I've skied a lot of mountains that really are "steep and deep," but no matter where I'm skiing, the excitement for the coming season that Warren Miller films bring to our communities each fall is still the same. Thanks Warren Miller for bringing us snow sports junkies together to connect with our tribe and get excited for the winter ahead each year. You will be missed.