In the 1990s, a supercomputer called Deep Blue played against chess grandmaster Garry Kasparov and won, marking a significant leap forward in the advancement of artificial intelligence.
In a less dramatic development, I asked ChatGPT this week for “A horse crossed with a shark, please.” A few minutes later, the chatbot spat out an illustration of my request. It even came up with a cute name for the creature: “Shorse.”
The AI that beat Kasparov and ChatGPT are different. One played chess. The other—beyond printing out stupid photos that sometimes make me laugh—could change the way we live. ChatGPT can write surprisingly well, pass graduate-level tests, and, according to several CEOs, is poised to swallow a chunk of the white collar workforce.
Many skiers, so far, haven’t embraced the technology, digging the heels of their ski boots firmly into the snow—we’re a folksy bunch with a Luddite bent, after all. From one angle, that resistance feels futile. AI is here, and as the years pass, it will become an increasingly significant part of our lives.
Meanwhile, a parallel truth exists.
AI roams freely online, but out in the real world, including ski resorts and skin tracks, it may as well not exist. You could ask a chatbot for the best ski runs in North America. It could even give you a decent answer. But it can’t walk into the base area bar, bribe a local with a free beer, and find the real secret spot that’s squirreled away in some godforsaken patch of trees.
The chatbot can’t go and slide through those trees for you, either. That’s your job as an enthusiastic skier. It can’t be replaced.
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What a vocation it is.
The staccato cracks of avalanche bombs in the glowing dusk are irreplaceable. A tight carve on an expertly manicured groomer will produce enough feel-good brain chemicals to last an entire week, as will the cascading flow of ice crystals as they pass overhead.
These are, perhaps, silly indulgences, but with the arrival of AI, society is perched above a convex slope, and we can’t see the bottom. And skiing, trite as it might sound, is starting to become more important than ever.
AI promises to make everything easier. It erodes the fitful, slow-going process of mastery. With an image generator or chatbot at their fingertips, everyone’s an author, a painter, or a graphic designer.
We still need the things that challenge us, though. The next time you find yourself in a tight chute, the temptation to default to AI will be fruitless—you’ll have to get out of the pickle without help. If the winds are howling and your nose is cold, you can’t type “Warmer, more sun,” hoping that Chat GPT will produce more desirable weather conditions.
In these moments, discomfort teaches us how resilient we can be if we try.
Skiing is far more than an exercise in punishment, though. It roots us and surrounds us with real people. The longer you spend at one ski resort, the more it becomes your “place.” You start to recognize the lift operators, the rhythms of the crowds, and the usual cast of characters. Arriving alone at the hill with the assumption that you’ll find someone to ski with becomes a safe bet. The mountains offer a salve to the ever-alluring and isolating pull of technology.
When I asked ChatGPT to create a monstrous hybrid of a horse and shark, I’d done so for the same reason I’ve kept skiing after all these years: to feel an emotion computers can’t, joy.
No matter what the uncertain, AI-driven future holds, we’ll always have that—and we should cling to it as best we can.
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