Every good aspect of mountain town life you’ve heard is true. It’s easy to make friends (you have SO much in common with each new person you meet), it’s pretty much always prettier than where you came from, and words like “rush hour,” “corporate,” and “hard work,” can be a thing of the past.

Key word: can. 

Today Twitter did what hard work couldn’t or wouldn’t.

The hubs and I are under contract on a quaint little mountain home in Breckenridge, Colorado. We love the mountain life so much that we decided to settle down and spend a ton of money on a mortgage. But like anything in life, we’re experiencing a few minor hiccups.


  • We had asked for a 60-day closing, to close on May 31, 2012.
  • We had submitted all paperwork requested by April 25, 2012.
  • We have been in constant contact with our lender, seller, agent, mom, friends, etc. during the entire period
  • We are excited (!)

On Tuesday, we knew our closing day was coming up and asked our lender (RC at Wells Fargo) if there was anything they needed prior to the Big Day. “We should be good,” he says. “I’ll keep you in the loop.” Two days go by and nothing. We email. We call. We do everything but send out smoke signals before we find out “we may have to push up closing a bit, but I don’t really know the issue.”

So we move to Friday.

Friday comes along and again, nothing. We may be closing any second and we reach out to RC every moment to get something out of them… and still nothing.

So I decided to sick the Twitterverse on Wells Fargo. A quick search brought up @Ask_WellsFargo – an account dedicated to customer service. I tweeted at them, they got back to me 20 minutes later with a request for a DM with more details. I sent it on and BOOM. @ask_wellsfargo  on Twitter

Christina (aka Mortgage Angel) calls. After a bit of information exchanged, by the end of the day she’s worked with RC’s boss at the branch, the underwriter’s boss, and the processor’s boss to figure out what else is needed and how we could get to closing on Monday (5 days late).

What RC couldn’t do for us in 62 days, Twitter did in an hour and a half.

Sure, life in a mountain town is sweet, adorable, fun, freeing, and easy going — but it’s the less ambitious work ethic that you don’t quite realize may affect you. Some people work their butts to the bone (I’ve seen lifties with frostbite that are still bumping chairs) but others are a bit more laissez faire. RC could have done a lot more for us to move the system along or to just keep us more informed. He took a back seat so I took the wheel.

Hopefully we’ll close on Monday. Hopefully we’ll move in in June. But two things I don’t have to hope for: we’ll love it in Breckenridge and I will never sacrifice hard work for anything.

I am me. I am a skier.

Skiing at Snow Summit 1985

Skiing with my dad at Snow Summit at 17 months old

Before anything else I was a skier. Before I was a sister. Before I was a strong willed, temper-tantrum throwing testarossa I was a skier. Before my parents got divorced. Before I moved to Summit County. Before I got married. Before I worked in the ski industry — I was a skier.

Above all else my identity is embedded in the smooth planks underneath my feet, the feel of fresh powder on my thighs, the sweat on the back of my neck at the end of a mogul run. I don’t lose myself when I’m skiing. I find who I am with each run I take. I don’t just ski. I am a skier.

My allegiance lies with the culture, the people, and the emotions intertwined with skiing. It’s the reason I didn’t move to Luxembourg to be with my husband’s family. It’s the reason I haven’t wavered in my career path. It’s the reason I get into each fight with my mom. I will not relinquish that part of my identity as it cannot be removed from my soul. I won’t say or do something that I feel isn’t in line with the soul of skiing.

It’s also the reason I get in trouble All. The. Time. My mouth spouts off constantly for “the good fight” — the progression of the sport, the promotion of the culture, and for women who are sick of taking second place to their boyfriends, brothers, or dads on the mountain. I mouth off because I think I have to. I mouth off because I can. I mouth off because I love skiing and

Morgan hiking Mirkwood at Monarch

Hiking Mirkwood Bowl at Monarch Mountain at 26

because every woman can find a place within herself where her ability to ski will transcend her inability to speak up. Skiing isn’t just for the bro/bras that huck themselves harder than anyone else or the ski film companies that glorify injury

through trailers depicting human-triggered avalanches. Skiing is for any woman that is looking for herself. Those guys are just looking to lose themselves, sometimes literally.

Among the neon gear, the avy beacons, and the ski town bars lies my soul, my identity and my first love. Yeah, some things can distract from it but others bring me right back to where I started.

Why I married a skier

I never grew up saying my prince charming was going to be a skier. When I was little, I was really more concerned that he be ready to take me to a ball at a moments notice – glass slippers in hand.

Just like dreams, things change. I grew up, met a lot of different people, and eventually fell in love and not with a dream, but with a guy.

Stefan and Morgan Crested Butte

Stefan and I in Crested Butte on Valentine's Day

I met Stefan at a dude ranch in Wyoming when we were working there in college. He was a wrangler, I was a kids counselor. He had a beer,  and I was thirsty. It was simple, but it worked. I never put qualifications on the relationship like “he must be this tall,” or “he must be interested in skiing.” In Wyoming – those things were unimportant and I was much more concerned with how I could see him at the end of the summer.

Perhaps not caring about his skiing abilities then was a good thing. I just lucked out when that winter he came out to Colorado and skied me under the table. If you don’t meet at a ski resort or in the backcountry, or in a bar in Boulder for that matter, these things have a way of impressing you. Especially when your entire family are skiers and it runs through our blood like wine. Stefan was a skier and I was hooked.

A few years later, he asked me to marry him and I said yes. Not because he was a skier, but because he was incredible and incredible to me. We’ve been together

Stefan and Morgan in Telluride, New Years

My and my skier in Telluride on New Years Eve

for years and I know now that I married a skier because of what being a skier means.

He’s passionate. He’s driven. He’s smart. He’s curious. And he loves sharing these things with me. He’s all of these things because he’s himself, but he’s also all of these things through being a skier.

Now, I know that it wouldn’t have mattered if my prince charming couldn’t ski. Although, it might have been a rough patch if I would have had to teach him. The only balls I’m going to now are the ones that involve chairlifts and bloodies at the base – and it’s just how I like it.

There are approximately 32 days before ski season is officially underway. (That is if you go off of past season’s competition between Loveland and Arapahoe Basin). Not only am I excited to don the gear, strap on my skis and shoosh down the hill, but I’m excited to be back in the industry.

Arapahoe Basin sign

Now that's the spirit .. taking a bite out of the 'Basin

As of Monday, I’ll be the digital editor for Vail Resorts, coordinating the innovative buzz.snow.com. Which means I’ll have the freedom and ability to write, talk, look at and eat up the snow sports lifestyle all day long. Perfect.

Since leaving my position at SkiNet.com over a year ago, I’ve been sitting like a dog in the window of a pet shop as I watch many of my former colleagues continue building their presence within the ski industry. I did find a great position at a natural foods magazine and really loved working with the people that I did, but it just wasn’t as fulfilling as those shots of perfectly placed powder invading my brain.

So, I’m off! On Monday I’ll be back in a winter state of mind trying to bring as much exposure to the ski industry as I can, while still expanding my knowledge of all things social media and web.

My request to you is two fold. Do you want to help me with Mountain Girls this season? I’d love another contributor or two taking pictures of badass mountain chicks and scoping out their local areas for girl-friendly ski and apres spots. Let me know.

Also – what do you want to see on Mountain Girls? I plan on doing a “Gaper of the Week,” coverage of women doing cool things and the latest reports on gear, gear, and more gear.

Ski like a girl!

Julia Mancuso

Julia Mancuso

Congrats to Lindsey Vonn and Julia Mancuso for getting gold and silver (respectively) in Women’s Downhill at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver!

These ladies may stir up controversies off the slopes with their rivalry, but that fierce competition may have been the cause of their podium standings. This rivalry forced Lindsey and Julia to reach higher than if they had been competing against other women, no matter how stellar they were.  I mean, nothing can get you screaming down an ice-covered race course faster than the chance to beat your biggest rival (besides perhaps a tiger on skis.)

Lindsey Vonn

Lindsey Vonn

While I’m super bummed for Julia for missing getting the first American gold in women’s downhill, I’m happy for Lindsey and how the sport will progress from here. Skis are only going to get more tuned to each race course’s specifications, courses are only going to get steeper and scarier, and athletes are only going to start training harder.

Now if only women’s snowboarding could get to the point where women’s ski racing is at – equal (and perhaps better) than the guys.

Gaper of the Week: Mr. SkiDoo


Taken at Monarch Mountain over Christmas 2009.

If you’re wearing a one-piece SkiDoo outfit, you have a neck gaiter on in 55 degree weather, you have mini-skis strapped to your rental boots and you’re son matches, you might be a gaper.

Welcome to Mountain Girls!

girls in Telluride

"Yeah, you look good too."


We hope you’ve found this blog because you’re looking for information on skiing, fashion, gear, gapers, instruction, snow, mountain sports, high country living, and apres scenes written by mountain girls, for mountain girls. If not, we’re glad you’re here anyway and hope you’ll either be entertained or informed by our site.

We started Mountain Girls because we saw a hole in the ski industry for information on women’s gear, women’s skiing and more. Yeah, we enjoy publications and websites designed for the whole mountain population, but we think the women’s mountain experience is unique and we thought we could reflect that in this blog.

For now, we are still under construction, so if you have any suggestions on what we should cover or how we should do it, please leave a comment below. We’ll try to bring you as much information as soon as possible, so be patient. The site will be up and rocking soon.

Interested in being a contributor? Let Morgan know. We’d love to have reporters representing every section of the states (and possibly the world) reporting on awesome ladies taking the industry by storm.