Molly Baker is a not just a skier. She is a dancer, a lover of all things pastry, a runner, a temporary blueberry farmer (house painter, bartender, nanny, organic house cleaner…), a mountain biker and freerider in training, ex-canyoneer, reader, writer, thinker, hiker, simple exister, part-time nomad, and friend. She called Utah’s Wasatch mountains “home” for four years, but is always on the move.

Part I of a new journey took her to an organic blueberry farm in the Northwest, planted on the west side of the Cascades, where she lived above a barn on another farm and roamed the surrounding mountains (sometimes skiing in her shorts) and old growth forests (good places to break a derailleur) in her free time. Part II was a sample of life in Boulder, CO for an internship with Skiing Magazine. And Part III landed her in the winter wonderland of Mt Baker (no relation). Part IV, which is only a prophecy right now, will take her to some other winter wonderland in which to explore.

Yurts, Yogis, and Cowboys: Skiing Away From the Modern World

It’s still dark, but I can hear him wrestling with the fire. I struggle, halfway between dreams and consciousness. It’s a late night, spent envisioning the wolf outside sniffing our yurt. We haven’t seen any wolves or any of their traces, but I can’t help my imagination—at night, it finds the wolf. In the morning…

Learning the Ropes in Switzerland’s Canyoning Paradise

Every adventure needs trust. There must be faith in yourself, your partners, the environment, or the experience and not just for safety, but also value. You must deem the exploration important, either immediately or at some nostalgic point in the future. Belief in the experience is what makes it come alive. These thoughts are subconsciously…