Jonathan Selkowitz’s Wild Enthusiasm
In the early morning light, Andean peaks towered above steep couloirs on the shore of the still-frozen Laguna del Inca in Portillo, Chile. It was late September in 2009, and I’d found myself crossing the lake behind Jonathan Selkowitz and U.S. Ski Team coach Rewk Patten, reeling from my good fortune.
I’d finagled a week at Portillo on a $50 magazine assignment and hopped on a day’s bus journey from where I’d been ski bumming in Argentina. A mutual friend from our shared homebase in Jackson, WY, had given me Selkowitz’s contact as a ski connection at Portillo. Selkowitz was a famous, globetrotting ski photographer. I’d bashfully reached out. Selkowitz responded immediately: of course he had time to ski.
Soft-spoken but brimming with enthusiasm, we met the next morning and he showed me around and introduced me to other skiers. At the end of the day, he invited me on a tour to explore the terrain across the lake. “Meet us in front of the hotel tomorrow morning at 6:30 with your gear,” he’d said.
That, I soon came to discover, is Selkowitz’s modus operandi. For Selkowitz, nothing overshadows the intrinsic delight of skiing.
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