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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 Brian E. Clark When New Zealand native Sarah Walls arrived in Telluride a dozen years ago, something clicked. “I was blown away,” said the veteran ski instructor and examiner who goes by the nickname “Sem.” “I thought, ‘Oh my god, this is the place,’” said the

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 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 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

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

If you’re sitting on a beach on Martha’s Vineyard, fly fishing in Wyoming or idling in the South of France right now, snow is probably the furthest thing from your mind. But if you’re a skier or snowboarder, and you’re pondering the idea of heading to the Alps during the

By Jules Older  From 1972 to 1986, I lived in New Zealand. In the winter of 1981, this normally peaceful country was torn asunder by, of all things, a rugby match. The government of the day had allowed the Springboks, apartheid South Africa’s national rugby team, to tour New Zealand,