09/05/2026
By 1947, Aspen had already had one boom and gone bust. Silver mining collapsed decades earlier, and half the town sat empty. It wasn't a ski resort yet. That part was still being built, one small ski school and a handful of instructors at a time.
Klaus was one of those instructors, recruited from Germany to teach.
"I put my skis down in the morning and the snow just flew like feathers, like down. I thought, wow! This is the friendliest, nicest climate I've ever seen."
He'd spend the next several decades chasing that exact feeling into a goose-down parka, then a company. Turns out "like down" wasn't just a figure of speech.