A Question

I love the gypsy type lifestyle that I was born into. I travel a lot during the winter season and if I am in one place for too long, I start getting restless. When my wheels hit the road again I feel like a weight is lifted and we are on to the next great adventure where I cannot wait to see what lies around the next corner.

When I am home however I do not really get that anxious feeling.

As my next trip approaches I do not feel relieved, I am actually sort of sad in a way because I am in my comfortable space, and now I have to reach out into the world again and become some sort of adventure man again. I am intrinsically that adventure man through and through but sometimes it is nice to just be comfortable for a while.

I do something peculiar whenever I leave home these days. I don’t look outwards to the next adventure ahead but instead I peer inwards to what I am leaving behind. I see the unread stack of books on my coffee table placed just so. I see my bed half made, and that pile of clothes in the corner that I never got around to unpacking the last time I came back. I see my room as I see my life. A little chaotic at first glance but with a systematic cleanliness that usually only I can decipher.

As I look back on my chaotic cleanliness, preparing to shut the door for the last time in who knows how long I always have this singular thought.

What if I don’t come back from this trip and this is how my parents and family see my room as I have just left it? The stack of books just so, the bed, the clothes. I imagine them walking through my personal space that I no longer belong to anymore, living in the grief of my absence, wondering if there was ever a system to my chaos or if I was just rolling wildly through life.

It is a sad thought but one I can not help but have. I think it started with my brother and has only been reaffirmed solidly by my friends Ronnie, Bryce, and most recently Murphy. Beckie and Spencer are also rarely far from thought and never forgotten.

As we grow older we are going to lose more and more friends and family. 5 seems like so small a number and yet much too many at the same time and I am deeply saddened that it will only rise given time.

It is because of this that my mother worries about my adventurous side. Her biggest fear is something happening to me. I think one of my biggest fears is nothing happening to me.

I fear living life without really living it. Without ever truly embracing it. I jump into any exciting/mildly dangerous activity I can because I want to feel that rush of being alive. Of fully embracing what I have.

My absolutely favorite part about life is doing things that terrify me and accomplishing those tasks despite the panic bubbling up inside of me. An interesting thing happens when you are facing your fears. You either let it consume you, let it own you. Or you rise above them and stamp them down until they are a whisper behind what is required or you. It is such a unique process and subsequent feeling.

My best friend calls me fearless but I don’t think that is it. Everyone has fear. Maybe it is bravery, or perhaps it is being young and reckless. But probably it is simply just stupidity.

I went rock climbing last week and as I have a healthy fear of heights it was an activity designed for my panic button. For my search of a life lived. There was an incident with my ropes and honestly, (mom), nothing to write home about but it was a scenario that could have had some very real consequences. When it happened and I was up there, hanging hundreds of feet above the ground on what could have been a very short trip to the bottom, I wasn’t even that scared. I was angry. So incredibly angry at myself that I could have caused everyone I knew all of the grief that I was and currently am feeling over losing Murphy.

I like to think I have a pretty good idea of where the line of safety and life meet but sometimes for me it is blurred. I don’t have to put myself up on a cliff but in the same moment I consider that I could get hit crossing the street or any innumerable amount of random accidents that can happen to us in everyday life. I don’t like the thought of living in fear; of not doing things in my life that make my heart beat a little faster when there is a very real possibility that I could get taken out by something so arbitrary.

Would I not be living life in fear if I had decided to keep both of my feet planted firmly on the ground? Even if I did there is no guarantee for safety. Is hanging from a cliff side any more dangerous than walking down the road? I knew I could do it if everything went according to plan, yet it is all about managing risks and sometimes there are circumstances outside of our control.

So where does the line lie? How can I continue to live but not feel like I am risking not only my life, but the well being of all those that I love?

I imagine it is a line that I will walk for the rest of my systematically chaotic mess of a life. However long that may be.

Rest in peace Murph knowing you’ve made us all more insightful, better human beings. We love you.





Mt. Hood, Week 1

Well I just wrapped up week one here in Mt. Hood, Oregon and I can not express how good it feels to be back on snow again! The Fischers are working brilliantly and I am dialing in my SL quickly. My progress is visible and every day I get more and more aware of what I am doing on my skis and how to make every turn epic. One of the many reasons I love this sport is that you can keep getting better even after two decades of training.


My training this week was all thanks to Stratton Mountain School and the head mens coach Sylvan Kaufman who is not only an awesome guy but a great coach as well. Thank you Sylvan!

Oregon has got to be my favorite place in the summer with plenty of lakes, rivers, and hikes to keep you occupied after you get off the hill. Here is a sample of the edit I am making covering this beautiful trip.

Mt. Hood Sample 2016 from Tucker Marshall on Vimeo.

I will be here for about two more weeks where I will join my brother Cody and his new endeavor GroundSwell Athletics. If you haven’t yet heard of it, it is a ski academy with a focus on business. Please go check it out!

Thats it for now, stay awesome!


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Hey guys,

Just a few short videos here of my summer so far in Vermont. I made these for Instagram (where you can follow me @tuckermarshall) so they are all a short minute. I plan on making longer ones once I get back on snow which will be in August.

Friendly Gathering- June 23-25. My best friend Miles called me around 10PM on a Thursday and told me that we were sneaking into a music festival and camping out for a couple nights. I grabbed my sleeping bag, a few Power Bars, and 15 minutes later we were heading to Magic.

Friendly Gathering, June 24th from Tucker Marshall on Vimeo.

July 4th, Lake Winnipesaukee, NH. Me and a crew of my very good friends spent the 4th weekend relaxing on the lake and with a crowd on a sandbar. The video quality is very subpar on this due to a memory card malfunction but you get the idea. Friends + boats + sandbar Independence Day party = awesomeness.

Lake Winnipesaukee, July 4th from Tucker Marshall on Vimeo.

Waitsfield, VT. Here you see Cole Derrick “testing” the safety of jumping from the covered bridge in town. Recently there has been a significant amount of hullabaloo on whether that should be allowed or not despite the fact of it being a serious staple of the town for as long as I can remember. While I was filming this I watched a 4 year old jump from the bridge supports with nothing but a smile.  A rite of passage for the younger generation, and a spot for the community to come together whether they are jumping or just watching. (Or videoing.)

Thats all for now!


Beginning, Middle, and Revamp

Hello all,

I have been working on getting the video blog portion of this site back up and running. Last season I failed to create a single episode which is a total bummer! Considering that it is the heart and soul of this site and where it all started I mean to bring it back.

So here is a little video of me saying all of that plus lots of video of me ripping around as a little tyke. Oh, Robby and I also got video drones so… this season there is bound to be some pretty cool footage… Stay tuned.


And here is a little example of some drone footage from the spring.

SpringTime from Tucker Marshall on Vimeo.

What’s Next?

Well time has again turned winter into spring and spring is soon to become summer. Professional ski racing is hardly always rainbows and butterflies but its pretty damn close even when you are banging your head against a wall because you are living in a world like no other. Don’t worry guys, I’ll join the “real world” one of these days but today is not that day.

So heres a question everybody gets asked a lot at the end of a ski season, “What are you doing next year?”

I’m skiing. Lets move on.

Nearing the end of my season my teammates and I at Redneck Racing made the decision to test, and ultimately all switch to Fischer Skis. I have been supported by Volkl Skis for 9 years now and I truly can not say enough nice things about their staff and the equipment. The company stood by me through thick and thin and I could not be more grateful.

It was however time to move on. It took me a little time to adjust to the new set up but once I had I felt like it was the best skiing I have ever done. Below is a video of me racing the Sugarloaf spring series where I won both first runs.


So whats next?

I am currently pursuing job opportunities in Mt. Hood to do some coaching as well as training this June/July. I am hoping to spend about a month there.

After that I am looking into a New Zealand trip where I may possibly be able to coach in exchange for free training and also race the Nations Cup races that happen right around the end of August. This is a trip I have never made before in part because in order to be competitive in this FIS series you have to KNOW you are skiing well. With Fischer underfoot at the end of this year I was truly disappointed that winter came to an end without more opportunities. I want to be back in a start gate as soon as possible.

In between all of that time on snow I will be working odd end jobs in Vermont trying to stock pile enough money to take me through next season. What a cycle!

Want to help me out of the hole? Go over to the Redneck Racing Store and purchase one of these awesome tuckermarshall.com tanks! They sell for $10 and they cost $9.98 to make so its not exactly making me money per se but I do enjoy seeing my name worn around.Screen Shot 2016-04-24 at 6.01.05 PM

It has been a hell of a season. Thank you to all of those who have supported me so far. Without you I wouldn’t be able to continue my pursuit of success. Here are a couple more clips of me attaining that in some way.

Stay classy everybody.


The Great White North

Well here I am back in another airport terminal starting my next adventure. This time to the great white north and a place called Panorama which holds a special place in my heart because of a particularly brutal memory I have of the place.

It was a mind numbingly frigid December morning. I was shivering. I did not own enough clothing to keep this cold out. My eyes were squeezed shut as the lift swung violently back and forth in the wind, my face as deep as it could go in my coat trying in vain to fend off tiny ice bullets as they drove into any unprotected skin. Squinting my eyes open to see if I was anywhere near the top did little to reassure me as it was 6AM and thus still pitch black outside in those lonely mountains. The light at the top lift shack was like a tiny ray of hope that it did end but even that an empty promise as I knew I would have to get on yet another, longer lift to reach the top of the Super-G that I was racing that day. Not really sure why we had to be on the lift at 6 considering we had to wait for it to be light enough to inspect anyway.

In that moment of hateful elements as I was being tossed from side to side, teeth chattering and wishing nothing more than to be back in the warm bed I had abandoned I thought of how I had never been, and probably never would be again, this miserable in my life. So now whenever I am on the mountain in the bitter cold I think of Panorama, and how it couldn’t possibly be worse than that moment. Or when I am nice and warm under covers, maybe sipping on hot chocolate, I revel in that moment all the more.

Anyway, I digress.

The reason for my trip to this cold dark corner of the world is the second NorAm series of the season. The first were held in Jackson, Wyoming (SL), and Copper, Colorado (GS). I also raced two FIS slaloms at Echo mountain in Colorado before that.

The first slalom races of the season went well. At Echo I scored my first sub 20 result in over a year and at Jackson I amassed enough NorAm points to start in the top 15 for these upcoming races in Canada. I felt that it was some of the best skiing I have done in racing and I am headed into this week with a huge amount of confidence in the event. Panorama is also where I scored my best races last year, as well as acquiring my first top 10 in a NorAm.

Jackson NorAm- November 15 from Tucker Marshall on Vimeo.

I am coming from my home base in Vermont and honestly guys, the snow is a little thin on the east coast right now. Unfortunately it has been unseasonably warm and we are struggling to even blow snow with temperatures very mild during the days, if not hot, and hardly getting below freezing at night.

Despite that Sugarbush and Green Mountain Valley School have done an excellent job in getting their t-bar slalom set up for December. Andrew and I have been ripping that thing up in our tanks and flannels getting all we can get out of it. I actually needed some work on my flats skiing so it was pretty beneficial for me. Here is some video.

December 15 Slalom Training from Tucker Marshall on Vimeo.

Well, I have moved from gate to plane and now I am landing and surprisingly the flight attendant hasn’t yelled at me yet for having my computer out. I’ll be bouncing around the greater part of North America for today and tonight, appreciating those extra couple bucks I saved by not getting a more direct flight. I’ll probably have to spend that money on a rental car and hotel room if I can’t find a ride to the mountain or lodging for tonight. But we’ll see if things don’t just work out first.