A Winter Spark That Belongs to All of Us

Whitefish has a way of surprising you at the moments you least expect. For my family, that moment arrived during our very first Whitefish Winter Carnival. My daughter Peyton was six and utterly enchanted from the instant she spotted Princess Freya riding past in the parade. Her eyes grew wide with wonder and right then a little dream took root. Years later I watched her step into the role she had admired for so long. Seeing her “crowned and caped” and watching her in that parade felt like watching her grow up in the arms of this community.

My own path into Carnival tradition followed not long after. In 2016 I was invited to serve as Duchess and though I felt deeply honored, what meant more was what I began to see behind the scenes. People from every corner of Whitefish pour their hearts into this celebration. They build floats in cold garages with laughter echoing off the walls. They gather late at night to plan routes and details. They greet each other with warmth even on the coldest January evening. The work is simple and joyful and it reminds you how special this town truly is.

Over the years my role has woven itself into my life in quiet ways. I help where I can throughout the year supporting Whitefish Winter Carnival and keeping the spirit moving. In 2025 I was humbled to receive the High Ullr award. I carry that honor with deep gratitude and often think of the late Paul Johannsen, whose gentle guidance taught so many of us what it means to be a good friend to Whitefish.

Carnival is not about titles or crowns. It is about light in the darkest weeks of winter. It is about neighbors stepping outside to wave at the parade. It is about kids who still believe in magic and adults who remember why that matters.

So this January and February I invite you to come outside and join us. Bring your family. Bring a friend. Bring that spark of joy that makes Whitefish the place we all love to call home.