Coen Bennie- Faull’s Season Edit “All White”

When a storm gets stuck in the Teton’s something magic happens, time warps and one day blurs into the next, day after day everything you can see gets a fresh blanket, everything physically appears ‘All White’ in the world. Every year I transition from Australia to Jackson Hole time seems to slow down, ‘see you in an hour’ feels like you’ve got a whole day before you need to be there. I’m not sure if this says more about the punctuality of a ski town like Jackson or the lifestyle, but something feels pretty all-white about it.

All puns aside, over the years in Jackson Hole, the one thing that stuck out to me more than anything else is the sense of family this town gives you, everyone has a helping hand and is ready to show you a good time. A town where just about everyone who skis there could make a claim for best skier on the hill, and more often than not the raddest skiing comes from skiers who sneak beneath the shade of fancy jackets and brand new skis and just ski, skiing all biggest lines with no cameras around to show it off, only for the eyes of those who happen to be there. An ode to ‘freeskiing’ itself. It’s a sight behold when the clouds clear after a storm and the boundaries of the playground extend as far as the eye can see, countless skiers and boarders can be seen on far horizons getting their own slice of heaven. The standard of terrain and riders here takes you on a ride that only pushes your boundaries further, the ego takes a rest.

Last season I made the plan to make no plans, after focussing on planned projects the season prior only to miss some incredible bell to bell skiing days sheltered in the trees trying to ‘get the shot’. I wanted to be in Jackson ready for any storm that comes our way. I found myself slightly disappointed following the season as I felt I hadn’t worked hard enough or something, taking the chance to ski with friends most the time over skiing for cameras. But the disappointment was dwarfed by the sheer enjoyment of trading countless high fives, euphoric embraces and ‘that was the best run of my life’ stories only a season of skiing with good friends can bring.

With only a telly tubby glued to my noggin, season 2018/19 felt like I didn’t cross a track until march. The Jackson time machine tumbled and turned on a dream February that I’ll be lucky to relive and the connections forged through great moments has left a piece of my heart in the Teton’s.

So this edit is a mash-up of shots (some previously released) of my last 2 seasons in the Teton’s edited by my brother Taylor Bennie-Faull. It contrasts skiing for the camera and skiing for yourself, chasing friends through the trees skiing top to bottom laps where only the hollers of your buddies echo through valleys. The freedom and opportunity this town offers you to ski with and work with different friends is un-paralleled and with footage coming from array of  some of my favorite ski buddies I think this showcases the full range of enjoyment these mountains have bought me. Thank you, Jackson, your pretty ‘All White’.