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"\"&lt;figure id=\\\"attachment_109581\\\" style=\\\"width: 640px\\\" class=\\\"wp-caption aligncenter\\\"&gt;&lt;a href=\\\"http:\\/\\/www.powdermag.com\\/wp-content\\/blogs.dir\\/5\\/files\\/2013\\/10\\/road_post.jpg\\\"&gt;&lt;img src=\\\"http:\\/\\/www.powdermag.com\\/wp-content\\/blogs.dir\\/5\\/files\\/2013\\/10\\/road_post.jpg\\\" alt=\\\" \\\"According to the map, we've only gone four inches.\\\" PHOTO: Ron Reiring\\\" width=\\\"640\\\" height=\\\"375\\\" class=\\\"size-full wp-image-109581\\\" srcset=\\\"http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/road_post.jpg 640w, http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/road_post-153x90.jpg 153w, http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/road_post-100x58.jpg 100w, http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/road_post-200x117.jpg 200w\\\" sizes=\\\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\\\" \\/&gt;&lt;\\/a&gt;&lt;figcaption class=\\\"wp-caption-text\\\"&gt;&amp;#8220;According to the map, we&amp;#8217;ve only gone four inches.&amp;#8221; PHOTO: Ron Reiring&lt;\\/figcaption&gt;&lt;\\/figure&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introducing &lt;\\/em&gt;The Odds Are Good&lt;em&gt;, a semi-regular column by Heather Hansman about real life stories in the ski world and things like beards, living in shacks, and getting into Canada. In her first installment, Hansman writes her version of the moving West story.&lt;\\/em&gt;&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;If you start on the right side of the country, like I did, the highways branch out like veins, jamming out of the arteries of Philly and New York. By the time you get to Utah or Montana, they\\u2019ve mostly winnowed down to one skinny strip. When you\\u2019ve finally made it to Telluride, or Alta, you\\u2019re not just stopping through on your way to somewhere better. There\\u2019s only one road that could have brought you here.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;For me, Colorado was an accident. I might have done it differently if I\\u2019d actually thought about it, but I jumped without much consideration. \\u201cI\\u2019m going to move to a ski town,\\u201d I\\u2019d said that summer, passing whiskey around a Maine campfire with a group of guys I didn\\u2019t know very well. I had an English degree, my first cell phone, and no plan after August, when the rivers would be dried up and I couldn\\u2019t claim to be a raft guide anymore. \\u201cOh yeah?\\u201d one of them said. \\u201cI can get you work in Avon.\\u201d By the time my hangover dissolved, I had a job scanning lift tickets and a place to live in a town I\\u2019d never seen. &lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=\\\"http:\\/\\/www.powdermag.com\\/wp-content\\/blogs.dir\\/5\\/files\\/2013\\/10\\/PQ_West.jpg\\\"&gt;&lt;img src=\\\"http:\\/\\/www.powdermag.com\\/wp-content\\/blogs.dir\\/5\\/files\\/2013\\/10\\/PQ_West.jpg\\\" alt=\\\"PQ_West\\\" width=\\\"246\\\" height=\\\"304\\\" class=\\\"alignright size-full wp-image-109577\\\" srcset=\\\"http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/PQ_West.jpg 246w, http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/PQ_West-72x90.jpg 72w, http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/PQ_West-80x100.jpg 80w, http:\\/\\/www.powder.com\\/wp-content\\/uploads\\/2013\\/10\\/PQ_West-161x200.jpg 161w\\\" sizes=\\\"(max-width: 246px) 100vw, 246px\\\" \\/&gt;&lt;\\/a&gt;&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;I don\\u2019t know much about salmon or geese, and what kind of biological force trips up inside of them when the weather changes, pushing them upstream or downwind, but I wonder if it\\u2019s kind of the same for us. Logic doesn\\u2019t really play a factor, so it must be something more than just &lt;a href=\\\"http:\\/\\/annual.mountainlifemag.ca\\/2013\\/10\\/mountain-culture-permanent-state-or-a-planet-were-just-visiting\\/\\\"&gt;adventure with a side of powder days&lt;\\/a&gt;. We turn down &lt;a href=\\\"http:\\/\\/www.powdermag.com\\/stories\\/go-west\\/\\\"&gt;stability for skiing&lt;\\/a&gt;. There are a million different reasons why people move to the mountains and some of them aren&amp;#8217;t good. Maybe those people who wear crystals around their necks are right about geology\\u2014the mountains have some kind of specific gravity that pulls you in. &lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;I left Boston in the end of October, caravanning with two of my friends from school, jacked up on our version of the livin\\u2019 the dream. We drank cruddy coffee from gas stations we\\u2019d never seen before (Kum &amp;#038; Go\\u2026 Get it?!?), and slept on the floor of my brother\\u2019s college dorm room in Chicago, already willing to embrace the dirtbaggyness we knew was coming. Across Nebraska and Indiana we\\u2019d spot other cars loaded up like ours were, headed toward the foothills somewhere beyond the horizon, skinny East Coast skis in the racks. &lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;I know people who grew up in the mountains, who have never had to make that move, to pack up their 10-year-old Jetta with everything they might need for the winter\\u2014or forever\\u2014and head West or North, chasing snow. I know that something flips in them, too, when fall hits, but I\\u2019m not sure if it\\u2019s the same. &lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;I moved to the mountains because I wanted to ski, but now, after that drive West has shaped everything from my job to the people I love, that reasoning feels a little thin. Skiing was the beginning, the baseline, but there\\u2019s a whole lot more involved in rooting yourself in a ski town. They never could have made &lt;em&gt;Aspen Extreme&lt;\\/em&gt; if there wasn\\u2019t. &lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;Somewhere in the middle of Ohio we switched CD books, and I slipped Katie\\u2019s copy of &lt;em&gt;The Best of Talking Heads&lt;\\/em&gt; into the Discman in the passenger seat. I-90 stretched out into I-80, and I cranked up David Byrne and sang along.&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The less we say about it the better&lt;br \\/&gt;\\nMake it up as we go along&lt;br \\/&gt;\\nFeet on the ground&lt;br \\/&gt;\\nHead in the sky&lt;br \\/&gt;\\nIt&amp;#8217;s OK I know nothing&amp;#8217;s wrong&lt;\\/em&gt;&lt;\\/p&gt;\\n\""^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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