Jack Lee has lived his life chasing the pow, sampling the best the world has to offer. He was first introduced to the white stuff twenty years ago and since then, there is no mountain too high or chute too steep if it means the perfect run. Almost drown in Japanese powder? Check. Break two ribs during a tree run a week before his groomsman duties? Check. Losing his way in the Three Valleys during a blizzard? Check. We’ve managed to tie him down to a desk job to keep him out of trouble, but it’ll only be a matter of time before he’s out there drawing white lines.