Skiing

By Everett Potter Telluride is Hollywood’s idea of a Western ski town. Thanks to a late 19th-century silver boom, it is packed with ornate clapboard Victorian homes, most of them in a National Historic Landmark District. The backdrop of jagged mountain peaks is as dramatic as anything this side of

  By Kim McHugh Remember your first bike? Mine was a candy apple red Schwinn and I wish I could have ridden it year round. But I grew up in Illinois, where the long winters meant trading my bike for skis, ice skates or a Flexible Flyer. Had I been

  by Kim McHugh (Photos courtesy of Randy Lincks/Andrew Doran — TLH Heliskiing) The storm clouds made themselves at home in the mountainous valley like a sports fanatic in a La-Z-Boy chair, dropping snowflakes the size of quarters. Normally this would be good news because of the foot of fresh powder,

L’Apogée is the latest rarefied resort to open in Courchevel, that lair of ski-happy oligarchs in the French Alps that’s often dubbed Moscow-on-Snow. It’s situated in Courchevel 1850, the glamour-puss of the resort’s four villages (the number refers to the altitude in meters), an otherworldly locale where the sidewalks seem

by Kim D. McHugh “Que la vie est belle,” proclaims your host. “Bon appetit!” With that, you toast the good life before devouring a French supper worthy of a five-fork rating. So you’ve taken a ski vacation to France? No, Taos, New Mexico. You are the guest of Jean Mayer,

By Everett Potter When hedge fund billionaire Louis Bacon bought northern New Mexico’s Taos Ski Valley (TSV) in December 2013, it baffled many in the ski world. Twenty miles outside the latter-day-hippie redoubt of Taos itself, TSV is arguably the least likely major U.S. ski resort to attract a highflier’s

David McKay Wilson When you have the best day of skiing, ever, on the first day of a six-day romp through the Colorado Rockies in mid-February, what do you to top that? You have the best week of skiing ever. That was my conclusion after skiing Copper Mountain, Arapahoe Basin,

By Everett Potter The next time you’re standing in your K2’s atop Aspen Mountain, ready to make a descent down Copper Bowl, temper the adrenalin for a minute. Instead, mentally transport yourself into the future, many months ahead, to a rafting trip down the Colorado River through Cataract Canyon. The

Story and photos by David McKay Wilson On the eve of my 60th birthday, I headed to the San Juan Mountains in southwest Colorado with my two sons and nephew to test a series of hypotheses:  Would my legs hold up for six days of skiing down some of the

By David McKay Wilson Yearning for a powder day can consume one’s thoughts while on a ski holiday. I said a prayer when I turned off my bedside lamp on the final night of our five-day sojourn in mid-December to ski Banff National Park’s Big Three: Norquay, Lake Louise and