Beyond the Grand — Bill Briggs Biography

Post by blogger | July 3, 2014      

(Note, this article previously included a photo of the famous Bill Briggs tracks on the Grand, which Bill supplied me with and gave me permission to use to illustrate my ski history writing, based on the photographer giving him the rights use the photo in that manner. Someone contacted me about that who claimed to have control of the image copyright, so I took the image down as part of resolving their concerns. Perhaps I can publish the tracks photo again some day, but after being hassled I’m not too keen on doing so. Meanwhile, having my attention on this results in more edits, as it’s an ongoing project. Thanks to all who have contributed, those who understand and support our efforts at recording ski history, especially Roberts French who kindly gave us permission to publish any of his photos from the Bugaboos traverse, and David Swift who caught the photo of Briggs and Dylan and graciously allowed us to publish it.)

William Morse Briggs gulped from his water bottle, laced his boots, and clicked his ski bindings. Standing at the apex of Wyoming’s precipitous 13,770-foot Grand Teton, he caught his breath and took in the view. To his east, the Gros Ventre mountains rose from the haze like a Tolkien fantasy, while the plains of Idaho faded two hundred miles west. Below his feet, snow like a steeple roof dropped thousands of feet to the chasm. Briggs’ plan was to slice turns on that snow — to be the first to ski down Grand Teton. On that day of June 15, 1971, as his skis carved arcs down to Garnet Canyon, his goal became reality.

Who started North American “steep” extreme skiing? In truth, the sport has no single inventor hero; rather it gradually evolved from steeper ski mountaineering that began, for example, in France in 1939 with French mountaineer Andre Tournier’s ski of Aiguille d’Argentière.

Despite such earlier foundational events, 1971 stands as a birthday in North America’s history of the sport. It was in that year that Sylvain Saudan skied down Oregon’s steamy Mount Hood, Fritz Stammberger made his epic drop down Colorado’s defiant North Maroon Peak — and Bill Briggs skied from the summit of Wyoming’s cliff studded Grand Teton.

Briggs on descent during his and friends' 1958 first traverse of the Bugaboo mountains in Canada.

Briggs on descent during his and friends’ 1958 first traverse of the Bugaboo mountains in Canada.

Out of all that, because of the Grand Teton’s stunning appearance as well as Briggs’ incredible and rich life as a ski mountaineer, his descent of the Grand stands as the seminal event in North America’s history of steep skiing.

By 1970s standards The Grand Teton looked absurd to ski, and still appears more suited to ropes and crampons than skis. The rocky spire is mostly cliffs, with choppy couloirs and a few measly patches of snow. Indeed, while backcountry skiing the Grand has evolved (as sports do) from “impossible” to possible, the descent is still considered a major accomplishment, though modern gear and technique have made it much more reasonable.

Not only was Briggs’s ski of the Grand an athletic feat, but it was a triumph of spirit. For not only did the man ski the impossible; he did it with a severe disability.

Indeed, if skiing can be so much more than turns — if skiing can be life — Bill Briggs proves it.

Early Years
William Morse Briggs was born December 21, 1931, in Augusta, Maine. Briggs entered the world without a hip joint, and at two-years-old surgeons chiseled out a socket in his pelvic bone. Hinting at his deep and unorthodox spirituality (he practices the controversial religious philosophy of Scientology), Briggs recalls, “It was during the hip operation that I took this body. Whoever was there before me was pretty bright; he already knew the alphabet and he could count — so I took the body and suddenly I couldn’t do the numbers or abc’s. Since I was expected to already do those things,” he continues with laughter, “I had to learn quickly.”

Briggs’ sister and older brother introduced him to skiing; but he soon went solo. At seven and eight years of age Briggs spent countless days as his own ski instructor, picking a slope near his house and strapping on his father’s skis, which were twice as long as he was tall. Through grammar school Briggs continued to ski with no formal instruction, even gleaning technique from a skier’s board game.

Briggs had a hard time in high school. He was kept from sports because of his hip, while battling bouts of depression and never fitting in.

Exeter Academy
Prep school at Philips Exeter Academy was an entirely different experience. Straight away, the school decided to ignore Briggs’ disability and he was required to participate in sports (as were all Exeter students). He chose cross country running and to his surprise, received a Junior Varsity letter.

At Exeter Briggs met famed teacher Bob Bates, the man who became his most influential mentor. Bates was a devoted mountaineer — a member of the American Alpine Club and a K2 expedition survivor. Moreover, Bates was an inspiring leader with a resoundingly positive attitude and deep knowledge of human nature. Briggs decided that if alpinism had something to do with the character of Bob Bates, then he’d take up the sport himself.

“This guy was real, and his positive attitude made life go better for everyone around him,” Bill remembers, “If he climbed, then so would I.”

During one of his mountaineering trips with Bob Bates, Briggs experienced a taste of mastery that would lead to his successful career as a mountaineer and guide. His group was traveling at night to reach a hut near Franconia Notch. The mercury crashed to 30 below zero F, wind howled, and one person keeled over from exhaustion. Briggs stayed in the rear and helped carry people’s packs, then took the lead breaking trail through deep snow to the hut, thus allowing everyone to reach shelter. “It was a fabulous experience yet brutal — my mouth froze open,” recalls Briggs, “yet even with the hardship I was looking around at how beautiful everything was; the stunted bushes coated with rime, snow formations; and the moon hanging above scudding clouds.”

At first the Exeter staff was not supportive of Briggs’ skiing; they talked him out of joining the ski team, and recommended squash. The idea was that skiing would not be a lifelong sport; a theory that still elicits a hearty chuckle from Briggs. The teenager begged the Exeter dean for permission to skip church on Sunday and go to the ski hill. The dean agreed.

Thereafter, Bill spent every Sunday schussing at North Conway, traveling there and back on the ski train. “Riding this train with all these skiers — singing to finish off a perfect day on skis — it was one of the best things I’d ever done.” To this day, aside from skiing, music is the great love of Briggs’ life.

Dartmouth College
Briggs went on to Dartmouth College where he immediately joined the famed Dartmouth Outing Club. During his first winter there (1953), he and several Outing Club members (John Moran and one other) traveled west on a ski trip. “At Sun Valley we paid for a lesson with Stein Eriksen.” Briggs laughs, “Basically you just followed him down the mountain — if you could keep up.”

The next summer they traveled to the Tetons for a climbing trip and bagged several first ascents, then headed for Canada’s Bugaboo Mountains — the first of several trips to the “Buggs” that Briggs came to know so well.

Winters at Dartmouth saw Briggs making several trips to Tuckerman Ravine on Mount Washington; where he skied progressively steeper terrain. “It scared the pants off me,” he says, “so I developed a slow speed turn with an uphill stem and a jump of both tails to quickly get into a turn.” Briggs discovered that the same attitudes which begat successful mountaineering also applied to steep skiing: risk assessment, careful planning, training, conservative yet athletic technique.

“It all came about because of a mountaineering attitude,” he states. Practice paid off. Roberts French, Briggs’ later companion during the famed Bugaboos ski traverse, says that “‘Brigger’ was the most controlled, precise skier I’d ever seen.”

At Dartmouth Briggs began playing stringed instruments and became quite the yodeler. One of his fond memories is of getting drunk at the fraternity hazings and spending most of the night in the top of a tree yodeling his heart out. “That was a good night,” he recalls.

Yet after Briggs’ breakthrough Exeter experience, Dartmouth was a letdown. The young man realized that he didn’t fit in when, in a philosophy class, the professor asked the students who believed in free will to raise their hands. “I raised my hand immediately,” says Briggs, “and no one else did!” He and Dartmouth soon parted ways.

The parting was not easy, however, and Briggs fell into suicidal depression. “I found I couldn’t kill myself — I didn’t have the courage.” he says. “Since I had to live, I decided to make the most of life; to simply go with what I found most pleasurable: climbing, skiing, and music.” Briggs received his ski instructor certification in 1955, and immediately went to work teaching at Franconia in New Hampshire and for a period in Aspen, Colorado.

Teton Tea Party
But the mountain’s call was Briggs’ siren song; he returned to the Bugaboos in 1954 and in 1955, finding that “the best way to get around was on skis.” During his visit to Aspen in 1956 he ski toured the now classic high route between Aspen and Crested Butte. Then, after yet another visit to the Bugaboos, Briggs did an extended climbing trip in 1957 to Europe where he and several companions made the first ascent of a long mixed route on Jaggavastin in Norway. “I then felt I’d qualify as a guide,” says Briggs, “and in 1958 I got on with Exum Guides in the Tetons. We started the Teton Tea Party that same year.”

The Teton Tea Party was a regular gathering of climbers and counter-culture types in the Jackson Hole area and has since become a part of North America’s mountaineering heritage. Briggs and other climber/musicians would start a fire under a bridge over the Snake River and play folk songs. The beverage du jour, Teton Tea, was an old tradition from the Briggs family, consisting of equal parts wine and strong tea, with lemon and sugar to taste. By the 1960’s the Tea Parties had become major events presided over by Briggs, eventually reaching mythical status as a sort of mountaineering Woodstock.

Marmolata and Snowpatch, Bugaboo Mountains.

Marmolata and Snowpatch, Bugaboo Mountains.

Bugaboo Ski Traverse
In the spring of 1958 Briggs was feeling his now familiar desire for the Bugaboo Mountains. In a resulting mountain epiphany, he conjured an expedition that would combine skiing, climbing and exploration in one grand 100 mile traverse from the Bugaboo Mountains to Glacier Station (near Rogers Pass in British Columbia).

(Editor’s note: There seems to be some question as to whether this ski traverse occurred in spring of 1958 or 1959. Some years ago when interviewed by this author, Bill Briggs said it was 1959, hence the use of that date. We’ll change it if necessary once we get things verified. Participant Bob French left a comment and said it was 1958, so we’ll use that date.)

The Buggs crew, from left to right: Briggs, Corbet, Neal, French.

The Buggs crew, from left to right: Briggs, Corbet, Neal, French.

At the time you couldn’t get useful maps of this area of Canada, and only one hut provided shelter along the way. To top that, no expeditions of this sort, using skis on technical glaciers and passes, had been attempted in North America.

Briggs during the Bugaboo Traverse 1958.

Briggs during the Bugaboo Traverse 1958.

Not that ski expeditions were unheard of, however. Briggs knew of Fridtjof Nansen’s well publicized traverse of Greenland in 1888, and wanted to show North America what a terrific tool skis were for mountaineering. “There was something to be said,” he remembers in a moment of philosophical reflection.

At the time, Briggs was operating a ski school in Woodstock Vermont. For instructors he’d hired his climbing buddies from the Dartmouth Outing Club, including Barry Corbet, Roberts “Bob” French, and Sterling Neal. All were superb mountaineers, expert skiers, single, and ready for adventure. Briggs brought his Bugaboo ski traverse idea up with his crew. “I didn’t have to do any persuading,” he remembers, “These were all climbers and Exum Guides, and the idea was to go into an unexplored area — to be the first mountaineers there.”

Head Peak was skied along the way during first Bugaboo ski traverse 1958.

Head Peak was skied along the way during first Bugaboo ski traverse 1958.

Metal ski innovator Howard Head gave the men his latest skis and they drilled holes in the tips so they could tie the skis together as tent supports or make an emergency sled if necessary. The group knew that weight was critical, and Briggs whittled the gear list to anorexic essentials, even questioning the inclusion of French’s harmonica (which they ended up bringing). Food was planned at 1.5 pounds per day, a minimal amount even by today’s standards. The group started out with 43-pound packs, an unusually light load for 10 days in the 1950s.

Briggs with special tent support skis provided by Howard Head.

Briggs with special tent support skis provided by Howard Head.

With all the planning, a skilled crew and bit of luck with weather, the men’s visionary ski traverse went off mostly without a hitch. For 10 days they climbed and skied through some of Canada’s most rugged unexplored mountains. They descended couloirs, crossed glaciers — even chased a cougar.

“We were at the head of a gentle glacier, and we spotted a cougar down on the nieve,” remembers Briggs with a hearty laugh, “We were in a playful mood, so we decided to give chase. We were skiing like mad down the glacier — the cougar would run away, look over his shoulder, then run farther.”

“So there we are, schussing down this glacier, playing in the mountains and throwing caution to the wind. Then I look down and notice we’re crossing a few small crevasses. Soon we skim a crevasse about a foot wide, then another that’s a couple of feet. By then we’ve forgotten about the cougar. Soon we’re jumping over wide crevasses and going too fast to pull around and stop. It really was something else; I remember thinking, ‘are these going to get too big?’ Lucky for us the angle eased off and the crevasses never got any bigger.”

During the last day of the trip, Briggs made his crowning achievement as a navigator by bringing the group across the Illecillewaet Glacier in a fog, using only map and compass (a map was available for that section.) His heading dropped them into a narrow couloir, where the visibility improved and they made glorious turns to within yards of their goal: a foot trail leading down to the Glacier train station.

The group had accomplished the first “high ski traverse” in the Canadian Rocky Mountains, and such ski traverses would gain popularity to the present. Briggs had expressed “what needed to be said.”

Briggs on a recon during Bugaboo ski traverse.

Briggs on a recon during Bugaboo ski traverse, near Crystalline Pass.

Exum Guide
Bill Briggs was coming into his own as a mountain man. The following summer he became a full fledged Exum Guide, and the next winter he again directed the ski school in Vermont. Returning to the Bugaboos twice more during the next several years, on one trip he used skis to approach a group of remote peaks known as the Four Squatters. During that trip he made another first ascent and also filmed a movie. In 1961 he headed out to Mount Rainier and made an early ski descent that was close to being the first.

Briggs’ hip continued to deteriorate, and in 1961 he decided to have the joint fused. The medicos said at best he’d need to change to a sedentary life — at worst he’d be in a wheel chair. In what can only be called hubris, before the operation, Briggs built a cardboard splint that locked his hip, then tried to ski. Much to his delight and amazement he could make turns with the immobilized joint! Even so, he knew he probably couldn’t lead the outdoor life he had in the past, and after the operation he sank into depression. Glen Exum assumed he’d be unable to do physical work, so Briggs lost his job as a guide. His fiance left him and married another man, and another girlfriend he proposed to also left. Briggs tried to change careers while convalescing in Greenwich Village N.Y., and played guitar in the Folk City Coffee House. “The problem with that,” laughs Bill, “was that just down the street there was a guy named Bob Dylan packing them in; the coffee shop where I played was deserted.”

A few years after Greenwich Village, Briggs ended up jamming with Dylan at a Jackson Hole wedding where this shot was taken by photographer David J. Swift.

A few years after Greenwich Village, Briggs ended up jamming with Dylan at a Jackson Hole wedding where this shot was taken by photographer David J. Swift, used by permission.
I asked David for a story behind the photo, he responded:

“Short version. I was in the Stagecoach Band at the time, bass player. In the mid-80s we played a wedding 40 miles north at Turpin Meadows Ranch, a record executive enclave from the West Coast marrying into a legal enclave from Manhattan. David Geffen had flown in on his jet and Dylan was apparently tagging along for the ride. Dylan looked miserable the whole time, or maybe that’s his regular demeanor.

John Byrne Cooke, another band member, knew Dylan from the Greenwich Village folk scene days and reintroduced himself. Dylan was not averse to sitting in. Bill’s account on your site sounds accurate. Dylan engaged with no one onstage or off. Mid-song I shot a total of six frames. Cooke ordered me to play bass. I craned my neck to hear Dylan’s amp (the Stagecoach Band is a clattery, rackety affair) and was utterly charmed by Dylan’s mandolin. Very colorful, old-timey and loose. I’d buy a whole album of instrumentals like that.”

“Things were grim,” continues Briggs, “I went up to Hunter Mountain and tried to ski, but I sprained my knee getting off the chairlift. I could barely walk. Then a friend of a friend, Heidi Lockwood, came to my place and did a ‘Touch Assist,’ which is a part of Scientology that relieves physical trauma by using touch and visualization. It was the best treatment I’d ever had — it completely eliminated the pain and reduced the swelling. I did a long walk the next evening with no problems. From my point of view this was a miracle — I wanted to know more about where this came from.”

Briggs involved himself in Scientology and found himself developing “new abilities.”

“My reaction time had improved — I was playing ping-pong in my cast and winning,” Briggs remembers, ” I thought, there’s hope!” Soon after, he grabbed a pair of wire cutters, hacked his cast off, resumed teaching skiing, and married a former girlfriend.

With his new found athletic prowess Briggs knew he could continue mountaineering and skiing, so he moved back to Jackson Hole, began guiding again, and in 1966 became director of the ski school at Snow King Mountain (Jackson’s “town mountain”). Once back in Jackson, he pursued the outer limits of ski mountaineering, especially skiing the steeps.

“I was trying out my new abilities — testing — seeing what I could do — surprising myself,” remembers Briggs, “I’d been scared on Mount Washington’s Tuckerman; I was now skiing things just as steep as Tuckerman, such as Buck Mountain, and it was not that scary anymore — my focus was incredible.”

During those formative years Briggs skied numerous peaks in the Tetons. In the spring of 1968, along with several other mountaineers, he made the first ski descent of the Teton’s most striking classic: Mount Moran via the Skillet Glacier. Rising 6,500 vertical feet from the glistening waters of Jackson Lake, the Skillet begs to be skied, and is counted as one of the five most classic ski descents in the Tetons. That was only a warm-up.

The Grand Teton
Briggs’ denouement was his now famous ski descent of Wyoming’s Grand Teton, the striking spire that lords over Grand Teton National Park.

After trying a solo ski of the Grand Teton and getting turned back by weather and bad conditions, Briggs enlisted the help of John Bolton, George Colon and Robbie Garrett. On June 15, 1971, Briggs clipped his ski bindings at the top of the “Grand” and started down the 1,000 vertical foot east-face snowfield.

“I’d planned very carefully,” he remembers, “but you can’t predict everything. I didn’t know just how steep that skiing would be — it was really steep — and I didn’t know how much the snow was going to sluff off when I traversed across.”

Later, Briggs wrote: “Gusts of wind made balance uncertain, so I used great caution to get off the summit block. The snow above Ford’s Couloir was good for a few turns. Then I broke through, the skis sank about a foot into the snow unexpectedly, and caused my first fall. I fell downhill, quickly rolled over, and stood up on the skis again. From there on the snow was deep corn but quite skiable. Shortage of breath and strength forced me to make rather large turns down what can be called the upper Petzoldt Ridge. This got a little narrow between the cornice of Ford’s Couloir and the rocks. I actually skied into the rock at the narrowest place.”

Truly a man ahead (or in this case above) of his time, Briggs cut turns above fall-and-you-die cliffs, gingerly funneled himself into the narrows of the Stettner Couloir, rappelled over a big chock-stone and ice-fall to another skiable section, then finished in the bonus bowls of the Tepee Glacier which he remembers were “all frost feathers — the most interesting skiing I’ve ever done.” The “Grand” was an impressive ski descent; in 1971 in North America the only equivalent skiing was a descent by Fritz Stammberger on Colorado’s North Maroon Peak, and a route Sylvain Saudan skied on Mount Hood. Prior to 1971, very little euro-style steep skiing had been done on the continent, and North Americans didn’t understand extreme skiing.

Thus, the Jackson locals were nonchalant, if not skeptical, about Briggs’ feat. “I came back and said ‘I skied the Grand yesterday’,” he remembers, “and people said ‘uh huh’.” Briggs needed proof, so he drove to the airport where there’s a good view of the upper snow face. To his delight he could see his tracks with binoculars, so he called a photographer at the Jackson Hole News. The resulting aerial photograph (see beginning of this article), clearly showing his tracks, is still a popular poster.

Slowing Down
After his Grand Teton descent, Briggs continued guiding and climbing but took a break from hard-core ski mountaineering. “It was hard to top the Grand,” he says. Then in 1974 the steep skiing bug bit him again, and he and a friend climbed Mount Owen with a ski descent in mind.

Briggs in the Bugaboo mountains, Canada.

Briggs in the Bugaboo mountains, Canada.

“I didn’t do as good a job as I’d done on the other peaks — I took a fall skiing for the camera,” remembers Briggs. “Luckily I arrested before I got in too much trouble. That shook me up, and that was before the hard part which was a super steep traverse going to the right; the wrong side with my fused hip. I had no choice but to do it strictly on my uphill ski, so I took a belay. Even with the rope, if I’d fallen on that side I wouldn’t have been able to get back up! I was past my prime.”

It was time to retire from radical skiing. Briggs did so with grace, continuing his ski teaching and developing a method of instruction that’s held in high esteem by some of Jackson Hole’s best guides and ski instructors.

Presently, Bill Briggs is a well-known local musician and yodeler in Jackson Hole, and greatly respected in North America for his pioneering role in ‘ski mountaineering,’ the term he prefers over ‘extreme skiing.’

“I don’t call the skiing I did ‘extreme’,” Bill explains, “this was mountaineering; this was being careful. This was not jumping off cliffs — I really want to make that distinction.”

Bill Briggs in his other life, as a musician with the Stagecoach Band.

Bill Briggs in his other life, as a musician with the Stagecoach Band. (Public relations photo provided by Bill and published with his permission.)

Aside from stunt-like ‘extreme’ skiing, Briggs is happy with the current style of ski mountaineering. “I think the emphasis is really good, it is and should be a growing sport. We have these guys we can hand the sport off to; but it’s important they keep their heritage in mind.” To that end, a large part of Briggs’ life still involves writing about and teaching skiing.

Above all, Briggs is concerned about humans taking responsibility for their actions and world. “I’d like to see mountaineering help people achieve higher levels of responsibility,” he states. “The first level being simply taking care of yourself and not depending on other people…so whatever I do learn, I want to be able to pass it on. That’s my game, it’s not everybody’s game, but it’s mine.”

Related Links:
Bill Briggs was inducted into the U.S. Ski Hall of Fame in 2009.
Mort Lund article about Bill in 1979 Ski Magazine

Portions of this writing are published in Louis Dawson’s ski mountaineering history book “WildSnow” and an article similar to that above was published in Couloir Magazine Volume VIII-3, February/March 1996. Thanks goes to Bill Briggs, Craig Dostie, Tom Turiano, and Jon Waterman for their support of the WildSnow history project and help with the original versions of this article.


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25 Responses to “Beyond the Grand — Bill Briggs Biography”

  1. Patrick July 3rd, 2014 10:48 pm

    How tall is Bill?
    Great shot of Bill with his skis towering about 18″ above his head.

  2. Kristian July 4th, 2014 10:43 am

    Guys like Bill Briggs and Jimmy Dunn are my heroes.

  3. Billy Balz July 4th, 2014 5:59 pm

    That Bill Briggs dealt with his hip problem is pretty cool. And his measured approach to handling the steeps is testament to our ability to overcome fear safely by being careful, taking it slowly. I would love to meet him some day. Thanks Lou for keeping us in touch with the beginnings of this great sport.

  4. Jim Knight July 5th, 2014 5:49 pm

    While skiing over presidents’ day during high-school vacation (1971) at Snow King in Jackson ( my mom & I drove up to to stay at her mom’s house 4 blocks away). The snowfall was off-the-hook deep, something like 3 feet (it my first season skiing) and was so deep even the locals weren’t out. I had it all to myself! While I flailed in endless misery, an older skier came upon me and hung out, assisting me and showed me a few tips I shall never forget. Didn’t know who he was, other than an angel, until I read in the JHNews in June and recognized Bill Briggs as that guy. It taught me a great lesson: simple acts might seem insignificant, but they can be transformative.

  5. Mark Worley July 7th, 2014 9:37 am

    Amazing guy, amazing accomplishments. Guess I never really thought too much about the disability aspect of it all because Briggs himself seems to barely mention it. Oh, still gotta get ahold of the Grand first descent poster.

  6. Scott July 8th, 2014 10:00 am

    Thanks Lou for refreshing my memory of a ski mountaineering legend.
    I am curious about the skis, bindings, and techniques Bill used.
    Could you tell me about the technical data of ski gear back then.?
    Weights, dimensions, free hill or fixed? Tele or alpine technique?

  7. Lou Dawson July 8th, 2014 10:58 am

    Scott, he was on alpine gear, using Spademan bindings which were an odd choice but apparently worked for him. I’m not sure what brand the skis were, probably one of the main-stream performance skis of the time, e.g., Rossignol, Dynastar, Volkl, or perhaps a North American brand. Lou

  8. Terry July 9th, 2014 3:33 am

    >I’m not sure what brand the skis were

    Lou, below supposedly pic of Bill Briggs’ skis. The Spademans are clear, but do you recognize the skis?

  9. Lou Dawson July 9th, 2014 6:28 am

    Terry, for some reason the skis at the Visitor Center appear to have tape covering the names on the topskin. I’ll look around for better photos. Lou

  10. Lou Dawson July 9th, 2014 8:26 am

    I just heard from Bill Briggs, regarding what skis he used on first Grand Teton descent 1971, he says:

    “It was a K2 Elite. Very soft, light, 210cm, fiberglass ski. I added damping strips to both skis to reduce vibration, which worked very well. Making it was a very versatile (an all conditions cheater) ski for its day.”

    I thought the “damping strips” were tape to cover up the graphics, turns out it was a performance mod!

  11. Brian Mohr July 31st, 2014 9:00 pm

    Great story Lou. Thanks!

  12. Art Burrows August 11th, 2014 11:43 am

    Thank you so much Lou for ensuring that this detailed information is available to all. The importance of his exploits can’t really be understated when you look at the frontiers new ground he covered. Great work as usual Lou.

  13. Ron Fisher September 26th, 2014 1:49 pm

    Had the pleasure of meeting Bill a few years back at the Stagecoach and out at Moose for the weekly Hootenanny, Our group had just skinned up and skied down Albright on a darn cold day in the park. You stare up at the Grand and think how in the heck could you ski that with today’s gear let alone in 1971! If all humans could strive to be like Bill, we and mother earth would be a lot better off. My hat is eternally off to you Brigger.

  14. skiJ October 19th, 2014 9:04 am

    Thank You for updating and republishing this biography, Lou —

    … while I appreciate Mr. Briggs clairifying and separating his ‘ski mountaineering’ from more recent ‘extreme skiing’ , there is certainly an aspect of his adventures that are as – or – more extreme than steep descents .
    A hundred mile traverse of the Bugaboos on 1950s gear and a pound – and – a half of food per day . wow.
    And I won’t argue with the claim that his climb and descent of The Grand was the pioneering event of ‘extreme skiing’ – certainly in the U.S. , maybe North America .

    ‘ … Life is about adventure. … everybody should be doing it … ‘

    Thank you, Bill Briggs. and Thank you, Lou …


  15. Lou Dawson 2 October 19th, 2014 5:12 pm

    Thanks SkiJ, glad you liked it! Lou

  16. Pat Scott McKelvey December 4th, 2014 7:56 pm

    Great to find this article about Briggs! I was never a skier or climber, but I enjoyed the Teton Tea Parties from about the time they started, I guess, when I was in my teens.

    I loved the music, the people, and the tea – made with Wyler’s instant lemonade back then, as I recall. Easy to toss in the pot. The tea itself was basically non-alcoholic by the time it came off the fire, but it was a tasty and welcome brew on a chilly night. Good way to improve cheap red wine. Occasionally an uninitiated camper would turn up with beer, but probably not more than once.

  17. Sue Bassett Taylor January 31st, 2015 9:38 pm

    Lou. More than a great story! Incredible. A friend of mine just sent this to me here in Washington DC knowing that I have known Bill for a long time. We met in 1967 in Jackson Hole, helped to teach me how to ski, and then I ended up teaching skiing for him at Snow King. Your article is so true to Bill’s spirit. His love of the mountains (we did a great 50 mile ski tour of Lake Louise in British Columbia), his love of people, the fantastic Teton tea parties at Exum’s and the Stagecoach, his incredible professionalism and his ability to do what he did despite his frozen hip and of course his trip down the Grand Teton, stay clear to me to this day. It was an unbelievable feat and the photo you mention verified everything he said – we all have copies of it! You mentioned Scientology – he shared his love of Hubbard’s spiritual technology and I owe him this as well as I have been with the Church ever since 1969. To know Bill is life changing – your article is incredible and I hope there will be another as one could write volumes about his life. Thanks so much for sharing! I have not seen Bill in about 10 years so I was thrilled to get this. What incredible memories!!

  18. Gary Brown February 1st, 2015 9:54 pm

    I love the depth and clarity of this article … and thank you for it. I never met Bill but heard about him and his ski descent (with a frozen hip) in the Tetons from a fellow rock climber at the Schawangunks in NY where I climbed as a teenager in the late ’60s. My friend, who was some 20 years older than me and also an avid skiier, told me that Bill had prepared for the Tetons descent by practicing recovering from falls on steep slopes with his frozen hip. I recall making a mental note about the intelligence and determination that this revealed about Bill. I had no idea that Bill was also a Scientologist which is something that I began to study in 1970 and still pursue today. Thanks again for this article.

  19. Larry Jaffe February 3rd, 2015 7:55 am

    What a fantastic testament to the human spirit.

  20. John Moran February 13th, 2015 9:17 am

    I’ve known Bill since 1950 at Exeter, then at Dartmouth where we often skied together. A most unusual guy who has led an amazing life despite many obstacles, well documented and commented on above, so I won’t repeat.

    Small corrections regarding dates: The western ski trip was during spring break of ’53, not ’51… a great trip, our introduction to the different world of western skiing.

    The mountain climbing summer for Bill, me and another classmate, was also in ’53, not ’51.

    He was inducted to the Ski Hall of Fame in 2009, not 2008. He was the last to be introduced, got a standing ovation from the large crowd, many of them also Famers. his acceptance “speech” was mainly playing his banjo and yodeling.

  21. Lou Dawson 2 February 13th, 2015 10:06 am

    Thanks John, I’ll correct.

  22. Bob French December 22nd, 2015 2:20 pm

    The Bugaboos to Rogers Pass traverse was done in 1958.

  23. Mark L December 22nd, 2015 6:03 pm

    Just a quick side note passing along a greeting to Bob French from Mark Langley (me). Haven’t seen you since Seth’s wedding in Leavenworth!

  24. Doug G July 24th, 2016 7:01 am

    Had the pleasure of attending the Exum climbing school in the middle 70s. Clearly remember having Teton Tea with Bill playing the guitar. Also remember a newspaper article on the wall. It showed his tracks on the Grand.

  25. Lou Dawson 2 July 24th, 2016 7:35 am

    Thanks Bob, I finally got back to editing this. Appreciate you seeing it. Doug, thanks for dropping by and sharing the memory. Lou

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