I admired the simple elegance of the sport. A snowboarder gliding in a serpentine pattern down a mountain is a breathtaking demonstration of grace. The beauty of snowboarding is what appealed to me. (And, I admit, the fact that I was a terrible skier and had nothing to lose.)
The high valleys and plains in the shadow of the Sangre de Cristo mountains combine Native American, European and cowboy influences to create an enchanting atmosphere.