Having lived so close to Whiteface Mountain, I practically lived there on weekends in the winter growing up. Many memories were created, from skiing "The Slides" for the first time, to being one of the first people to ride the gondola when it was originally installed. I also worked as a ski instructor for the Snowsports School, which gave me great personal satisfaction; teaching a sport I am very passionate about.
My father, an incredible skier to this day, has roots and connections to this mountain that go much farther back. He has skied on Whiteface for over 55 years and even raced there as a member of the Lake Placid High School Ski Team. Over the years he's volunteered his time - helping out during the 1980 Olympics, installing the Freeway chairlift, working on both the ski and host patrol, and now helping out with NYSEF races. He still usually leads down the mountain when we come for a weekend of skiing. I often visit and bring new friends to enjoy a day on the slopes and show them the area that was such a big part of my childhood.
It wasn't until I spent time away from the Adirondacks that I truly learned to appreciate the natural surroundings that I woke up to every morning while growing up. Spending my childhood in Wilmington, NY, I realized early on that being able to take a five minute drive over to Whiteface Mountain for a day of incredible skiing in mountains that I loved was a luxury that not everyone enjoyed. Being able to photograph the places that have grown to mean so much to me over the years, and then share those photos with others either equally passionate about the area or those just learning about the wonders of the Adirondacks, is a spectacular achievement.