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By Kim McHugh Perhaps your spouse (partner, lover, main squeeze) is as fanatical as you are about racking up thousands of vertical feet. Or maybe you’re looking to boost his/her enthusiasm for skiing or snowboarding. So put your gear in the rack, slip in a John Legend CD and head

By Jules Older Fear: An unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Frenemy: Someone with whom one is freendly despite a fundamental dislike or rivalry. Translation: We hate fear, but it can be our best friend. So, yes, fear

Story & photos by David McKay Wilson At the highest point on the Bergen-to-Oslo train line you’ll find the magical vacation hideaway called Finse. Only accessible by train in winter, the resort, at 4000 feet above sea level, lies at the foot of the Hardanger glacier in an Arctic landscape,

By Jules Older The easiest skiing to access is usually your local ski hill. Right. You knew that. What’s next easiest? Utah, without doubt. In His wisdom, the Angel Moroni placed the mountains near the airport and later added easy public transport from said airport to said mountains. In second

Story & photos by Jules Older I learned to ski in the cold — the Green Mountains of Vermont, the Laurentians of Quebec. I lost a girlfriend by introducing her to my favorite sport when it was minus 20 at Sugarbush, almost gained a divorce by repeating that trick at

By David McKay Wilson Atop Lone Mountain at Big Sky, with the wind blowing a gale at 11,000 feet, and the ice pellets providing an Arctic facial for my exposed cheeks, we contemplated our descent from the peak of one of North America’s prized summits in Montana’s Gallatin Range. We

By Bill Triplett Quite a few resorts I’ve skied out West are conscious of being chic in some way, usually by making sure to offer gourmet dining, luxury digs, or boutique shops. But even with its ski-in/ski-out Four Seasons hotel, which debuted in 2003, Jackson Hole feels like it’s still just

By William Triplett I’ve skied Canaan Valley Resort in West Virginia only twice. The first time was so long ago, I barely remember anything other than a massive storm swooping in toward the end of the day, dumping a lot of snow and nearly stranding me and my friends. The