Ascending the winding streets of Les Carroz, France, each step feels more discouraging than the last. We’re walking to our accommodation, a petite chalet, and the heat is getting to me. It’s around 50 degrees Fahrenheit and I’m starting to regret traveling across the world to conditions like the ones I was trying to escape […]

IT WAS A CLEAR DAY, the sunniest in the two weeks that my wife Mia and I had been in Argentine Patagonia. But instead of heading into the mountains, we were on a bus, heading home. Looking out the rear window, El Chaltén’s iconic granite towers—Torre, Egger, Herron, Standhardt, Poincenot, Fitz Roy—rose like mile-high sharks’ […]

This article first appeared in The Ski Journal Issue 15.1 ABOUT THE SAME TIME that I saw my first cross atop the mountain, I experienced my first loss from an avalanche. It was before I was really a skier; I was more a climber who happened to ski. There had been an avalanche the week before. […]

It’s easy to get caught gazing in the ski shop or in the lift line—the latest and greatest new skis, stunning in all their colorful, flawless glory. But every once in a while, the fond memory of an old beloved pair creeps in, bringing with it the thoughts of ski days and runs past. Here’s […]

Take a stroll down a mountain town main street or ski hill parking lot before a big dump, and every Subaru, Jeep and beater Toyota will have its windshield wipers raised like the arms of a referee signaling a touchdown. But these arms aren’t affirming six points, they’re asking for six inches. Or maybe 12. […]

The ski club bus sat idling in the Bittersweet parking lot for five hours. The driver read mystery novels. We lapped a burner of a run called Hawthorne. 200 feet of pure Michigan vert, wide as a football field, and tilted at a speedy 30-degrees, Hawthorne sat far skier’s left, tucked back in the trees. […]

Jonás Bel was a few blocks from his apartment when he heard the unmistakable sound of skis cutting across frozen granular. It had to be a mistake, right? This was Madrid, the landlocked Spanish capital far from anything worth skiing, and typically miles from anything resembling snow. But this was no typical day. Over the […]

“If there wasn’t powder, I probably would quit skiing,” says my 78-year-old neighbor Curtis Thompson as he carries his skis downstairs onto the cabin’s wraparound deck. “For me, it’s that thrill when you can’t feel the bottom. It’s hard to describe. It’s just…sheer joy.” If you’ve been to Brighton on a Utah powder day, you’ve […]

During a normal year, these would be our weekends to slather on the SPF 50 and bust out garish spandex. We’d party in the parking lot with brats roasting away on tailgate grills. “Take one if you want one,” we’d say to complete strangers. “There are plenty.” On the lift, we’d pull tallboys from hoodie […]