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By David McKay Wilson There’s still life in this year’s pandemic-altered ski season. In mid-March, as winter turned to spring, and the hard-pack on the northern Vermont slopes softened in the bright spring sun, I headed for the Mad River Valley for four days to ski Sugarbush and Mad River

  By David McKay Wilson Skiing, like life, is all about managing your risks. In pre-COVID days, I’d check my skis’ safety bindings annually to prevent leg injury, and make sure the ski brakes work so as not to hurt another skier if they released.  I wear a helmet to

Story & photos by David McKay Wilson When I left Breckenridge after a brilliant three-day visit in late February, I kept my ski bag packed for another trip just four weeks later for spring break at Copper Mountain in Colorado’s Summit County. What a week I had at Breck, part

By David McKay Wilson  The snow kept falling during our spring break in South Lake Tahoe – on the shores and in the glorious mountains nearby North America’s largest alpine lake. It flurried at Sierra-at-Tahoe during our warm-up day, as we floated through powder in a magical lichen-covered forest.  It

Story & photos by David McKay Wilson On our first night at 9,700 feet at Copper Mountain, John Coltrane’s soulful rendition of “My Favorite Things” wafted over the sound system as we split a couple of tasty wood-fired pizzas at JJ’s Tavern in East Village. It seemed an appropriate tune

  By David McKay Wilson It’s all fun and games on the slopes of Crested Butte this winter. When the snow is scarce, why not kick back, ski the blues, dine on the mountain’s fine cuisine, and find your thrills on snowbikes and the zipline course? It’s part of the

Story & photos by David McKay Wilson At the mid-mountain restaurant at Steamboat called Hazie’s, the portrait of fabled US ski racer Buddy Werner reminded of me of those days of skiing with my Dad, when he encouraged me to ski with the verve of my childhood ski idol. Fifty-three

By David McKay Wilson A lifelong skier, I always dreamed of being the guy with a place on the mountain. Park my car for the weekend. Walk to the lifts. Ski home at day’s end. Light the fire, pour myself an IPA and call it a day. But with a

By David McKay Wilson My sons and I awoke on December 15 at the Killington Grand Resort Hotel complex to find a couple of inches of fresh powder on the slopes. Then my elder son, back from college on a semester break, opened his ski bag to discover what Santa

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,