“Somewhere among those peaks was the place I dreamed of: Taos Ski Valley. The origin story has it that in 1953 Ernie Blake, a Swiss-German transplant, flew in a little four-seater over northern New Mexico, spied the epic possibility in a steep, north-facing slope, then set to work, clearing and constructing his idea of a perfect ski mountain. About 20 miles northeast of the town of Taos, pressed up against sacred Pueblo lands, it would combine an old-world European ski resort with the New Mexican melting pot…”
“Now that you’re here,” the valet said, “you have nothing to worry about.” Luggage was whisked away, skis were carried off to the gear room, check-in commenced.”
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