By William C. Triplett If you’re hoping to up your downhill game by letting an instructor more or less convince you to suspend pretty much everything you’ve ever learned about skiing, you may as well go to Aspen to do it. True, you can have the same experience under the
By Everett Potter Japan is the Holy Grail for skiers who love to ski deep powder. On the northern island of Hokkaido, the mountains are known for frequent snowfall, après ski means soaking in an outdoor onsen with a Sapporo Classic in hand and dinner is the freshest sushi imaginable.
By Everett Potter Thanks to its deep snow, remarkable mountain scenery and venerable ski traditions, Alta is one of my favorite places to ski anywhere in the world. The legendary resort in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah is the ultimate playground for any skier keen to experience the state’s legendary
By Rochelle Lash Bonjour. Hi. Dia duit. Hey, no pressure for St. Patrick’s Day. The Plumes et Glisse B & B in the sporty Tremblant area north of Montreal has an Irish lilt year-round. Think a drop of Bailey’s, a splash of Guinness and a shot of Jameson. As they
By Everett Potter Sam von Trapp was running a little late but given that he had a world famous lodge, a cross country ski resort and brewery to run, it was excusable. Besides, everything else was perfect. It was a bluebird day that was warming up, the snow was softening
By Kim D. McHugh In high school, I skied the Midwestern trails of Boyne, Whitecap and Alpine Valley, trading those slopes for Alta, Solitude and Brighton as a student at the University of Utah. Lift tickets were cheap, lift lines rare and the areas had the “Cheers” vibe where the
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
Brian E. Clark handling some BC powder. Photo Big Red Cats.By Brian E. Clark The wind howled and the snow blew sideways as I stepped carefully from the big passenger cabin of a snowcat that had lumbered to a stop in the mountains of southeastern British Columbia. I pulled my