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 Ann Abel As European ski resorts go, it’s hard to say that any one country has the best. Is the piste better in France or Italy? Are the hotels more luxurious? Not really. But what Switzerland has that its neighbors do not is whimsy. There’s a lightheartedness that verges
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