During the 2017 winter, I skied 64 days straight and 126 days total at eight resorts across Colorado and Utah. I didn’t pay for a single lift ticket. I got paid (modestly) to do things that my dream financial standing probably couldn’t justify. This is how it happened:
From an internet café in Perth, Western Australia, I applied to be a ski instructor with Vail Resorts. I had just hung up from a conversation with my dad that I’ll sum up here:
Me – I think I’m going to stay in Perth.
Dad – Ok, but remember, it’s always good to have options.
That made sense. I submitted applications to 5 of the 14 Vail Resorts. Within the following few days, I received an email to set up a phone interview, I stayed up to 3 a.m. (noon MST) for that 30-min phone interview (I’d like to note that the conversation had nothing to do with ski ability), and I was offered a job at the resort of my choice. I knew I wanted to be in Colorado. I was leaning towards Breckenridge, but I messaged a friend who was born and raised in Boulder to ask if he had a favorite Colorado mountain. He grew up skiing at Beaver Creek. His praise was so clearly genuine. I emailed the hiring manager that I wanted to work at Beaver Creek. I could start December 15th.