Glacial Lake in the Wind River Range

It had been nearly 17 years since I left only footprints in the Wind River Range in Wyoming. The first time I was just 17 years old,  an aspiring young mountaineer eager to soak up everything about the mountains. For so many of us, like me, the mountains feeds our souls. It was in these mountains that that fuel began and has not stopped. These mountains gave me confidence, passion, fear, friendship, hardship, endurance, and determination. The tenacious granite that rises from these peaks symbolize the strength and fortitude that this range has gifted to me. 

My first multi-pitch climb, Midsummer Night's Dome at age 17

My first multi-pitch climb, Midsummer Night’s Dome at age 17

Almost two decades later I retraced my footsteps I once had made years ago, but this time with a good friend, her children and my own two boys. This time the mountains gifted those same things to all of us: beauty, hardship, endurance, friendship, tenacity and confidence.

Adventuring together

Adventuring with our boys age 10 and 12

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The following is a poem written by Finis Mitchell, a native from Wyoming who retired from the railroad at age 67 and dedicated his lived to climbing and exploring this range until the age of 84. Knowing that I have half my life left to explore in the mountains with my own family and friends gives me a smile. #livewithoutlimits


Wisdom of the Winds


Your Land and Mine

May you always camp where waters run clean

Within serene valleys of flowers and shade

Where well trod trails of friendship meet

And your kindness and grace never fade.

Where solitude’s found and shared with another,

A friendship is formed with a long last soul;

Where dreams are all sacred, joys are all new,

The world is much brighter, a future to unfold. 

Where mountain tops rise and the eagle doth soar,

The glaciers are eternal and the bighorns roam;

Where man is a visitor and his trespassing way,

But the pica has made it his solitary home.

For these depths of mountains we so often yearn,

Yet man seldom wanders where nature controls;

Where man becomes lost in the midst of his dreams

Only God can be guide for so many lost souls.

Finis Mitchell



Nina Silitch is a two time gold medal winner in wold cup ski mountaineering. She is a wife, mom of two boys, teacher, coach and adventurer at heart. She has worked full time for the National Outdoor Leadership School beginning her career as a climbing instructor in the Wind River Mountains. She and her husband of High Alpine Mountain Guides have lived and raised their own children in Chamonix, France. She currently resides in Park City, Utah with her husband and two boys where she teaches 5th grade and coaches the Park City Ski Mountaineering Team. She is an athlete and adventurer  for Adidas Outdoor.