skiing

By Jules Older Growing up in 1950’s Baltimore, outside of movies, I’d never seen a ski. When I left for college, in cold and mysterious Vermont, my mother’s friend gave me a pair from her college days. They were ancient even by 1958 standards: taller than an NBA center, primitive beartrap

  By Larry Olmsted After years as the fastest-growing segment of the ski industry, alpine touring (AT), or uphill skiing, has gotten even hotter and is seeing record participation this winter, in large part because of the coronavirus pandemic and COVID-19 …   Continue Reading       Award-winning travel

  By David McKay Wilson Skiing, like life, is all about managing your risks. In pre-COVID days, I’d check my skis’ safety bindings annually to prevent leg injury, and make sure the ski brakes work so as not to hurt another skier if they released.  I wear a helmet to

  By Everett Potter Alfredo “Chino” Martinez  (right, above) is not your ordinary ski guide. On a given winter’s day, he might be leading a client down a steep slope in the Italian Dolomites, heli-skiing in the Rocky Mountains with a billionaire and his buddies, or spending a couple of

By Everett Potter It was nearly 20 years ago that I first visited the newly opened Moonlight Basin, which lies on the northwest side of Montana’s iconic Lone Peak in Big Sky. The skiing was fantastic and Moonlight proved to be an ambitious if slow-growing resort. Homes, condos, townhomes and

By Brian E. Clark About 25 years ago, in the midst of yet another mind-numbing marketing session at Apple in the San Francisco Bay Area, Joe Nevin had an epiphany: “I told myself, ‘I’m never going to sit through another stupid meeting like this,’” recalled Nevin, who now resides in

By William C. Triplett There are so many reasons to ski Steamboat Springs – the slopes, the shops, the restaurants, the hot springs, to name just a few – but the main one for me is the snow. I know, “Champagne Powder™” sounds like such a marketing hook, the kind

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