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
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
By William Triplett There’s a new hotel in Park City. Well, not entirely. The Washington School House Hotel is a 19th century schoolhouse that’s been renovated into an upscale, boutique pension that sleekly fuses the historical architecture with a decidedly cool, modern look. Only 12 rooms are on offer.
By Everett Potter “You’re going to ski on a level you’ve never skied before.” We are sitting at the Sundeck restaurant on Aspen Mountain, 18 seasoned skiers listening to these words and every other word that is spoken, shouted and barked by a handsome, tanned and fit 60-something named John
By William Triplett In the middle of a ski season that has left a lot of North American resorts starved for snow, how lucky is this: The day I show up in Steamboat Springs in the Colorado Rockies, the mountain had just been buried the day before under 27 inches
By David McKay Wilson Yellowstone National Park has emerged as a world-class destination for cross-country skiers who yearn for high-altitude touring in and around the world’s first national park. On a visit in mid-February, the powder was dry and light – the kind that provides cross-country skiers with plenty of
By Catherine Streeter Being an Easterner, I’d never heard of Mammoth when I moved to LA. But for Los Angelenos—at least, the serious skiing kind—it’s ground zero. And you can’t argue with the numbers: 3,500 acres of skiable terrain, 3,100 foot vertical drop, an average annual snowfall of 400 inches
By David McKay Wilson On the third day, it snowed. It wasn’t an epic Jackson Hole storm, like the ones that dumped 557 inches at the Wyoming resort the previous year, or the storm that began as we departed, and left more than five feet on the mountain before