The wind is blowing snow across the mountaintop. Temps are well below zero. Visibility is bad.
“This is an adventure,” said Chris Jarnot, sidestepping in his K2 skis up a narrow ridge, heading toward Crested Butte Mountain Resort’s precipitous, powdery Teocalli Bowl.
With January and February’s cold and snowy weather, many school districts called off classes for multiple days in a row and parents found themselves cooped up in the house with bored children.
The best solution to cabin fever? Sledding and snow tubing.
A court-appointed receiver has rejected a plan to reopen a foreclosed ski resort in Vermont.
Alan Tantleff was appointed to oversee the Hermitage Club, which includes the private ski resort, golf courses and homes under construction, in June after the company failed to make mortgage payments.
Ever dream about waking up seeing sunlight cresting over a mountain ridge? Or skiing whenever you feel like it? Or helping people live their own adventures out in the forest and powder?
Owning a ski resort would be a fantasy, right? Well, now there’s a place in Idaho where that dream could become reality.
Niseko, Japan: Home to "champagne powder," a variety of luxury chalets, and an under-the-radar skiing hotspot where millionaires can eat fresh sushi in ski lodges.
It's no wonder that Niseko, one of the snowiest spots in the world, has caught the attention of luxury hotel chains and wealthy skiers.
In the late 1800s, as gold miners moved through the Colorado Rockies, they came upon the would-be ski resort of Aspen, with Mount Sopris as its crown jewel. The land was rich, but also sacred to the indigenous Ute tribe, who cursed their visitors out of despair. Anyone who slept in the shadow of Mount Sopris would be doomed never to leave.
Lindsey Vonn once celebrated a downhill win by attempting to spray a bottle of bubbly that turned out to be broken. Things went downhill fast with Vonn slicing her thumb on the jagged glass.
From elation to ouch in an instant. But that moment at the 2009 world championships in France — she needed tendon surgery — illustrates the bliss and bad breaks along Vonn's road to becoming the winningest female ski racer.
The snow gods giveth, and the snow gods taketh away. After a toasty December with little snow, and in a little bit of a panic, we asked our readers to bust out a snow dance to awaken Old Man Winter from his slumber. And then a miracle occurred.
Cross-country skiers have raced in Vasaloppet in Mora, Minn., since 1973. But Mora has only had enough natural snow once in the last seven years to put on the full race.
Enter Don Olson.
The morning dawns clear and cold, the eastern sunrise kissing the peaks on the Continental Divide. Up at Eldora ski area, Travis Brock has already been awake for hours. He’s the first cog in the highly professional machine that is one of the most important interfaces between the behind-the-scenes operations that make Eldora run and the more public positions of the resort. If Brock feels the pressure, he doesn’t show it. He’s got a mountain to open and it’s a holiday weekend. Time to rock and roll.
If you’ve ever planned a ski vacation, you know that getting your ski gear to the mountain is not simple and not cheap, especially when planes are involved. We looked into whether it’s better to check your ski bags, ship them or just rent stuff when you get there, and we’ve discovered some definitive truths, and steps to take, when it comes to price and convenience.
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Yellow snow is a no-go. But that's not all you need to know.
Taking in a mouthful of snow as you yard-sale down a double black diamond is one way to eat it. But more purposeful approaches are popular, too, like turning it into a base for ice cream, eating mouthfuls of it for hydration, or using it to chill a cocktail. Still, most of us wouldn’t drink rainwater without running it through a filtration system. So is there anything different about snow?
Plake discusses his passion for skiing and his personal connection to his fans and skiers alike.
There is no argument that Glen Plake is an icon. From his rather rowdy early days and early films to his more recent endeavors like making skis with Elan, advocacy for guides and ski instructors, to his own guide and instructing pursuits, he is a very busy man.
As an unnamed buyer circles Grand County’s privately owned Granby Ranch ski area, a roiling circus of family, lenders, and homeowners are assailing resort owner Marise Cipriani.
It’s not a pretty scene at the picturesque 5,000-acre ski and golf resort along the Fraser River, which Brazilian developer Cipriani has owned since 1995 and, put on the market for an undisclosed price a year ago.
At a certain point, the manner in which the best in any field evaluate themselves can’t be against other practitioners of that same pursuit. LeBron isn’t measured against his contemporaries; he’s measured against Jordan. Tiger in his prime was chasing not just Nicklaus but the limits of golf itself.
Plattekill Mountain, a family-owned ski resort in Roxbury, N.Y., has 38 runs and two rustic chairlifts.
Nicknamed Platty by locals, the mountain has a three-level utilitarian lodge with a wraparound porch and wood-burning stoves from the 1970s. Little about the building has changed, except the floor is now made of wood instead of hay, and the bar serves seasonal craft beer. Vintage sleds and skis decorate the walls.
This year's ski season started early with cold temperatures allowing snowmakers to begin covering trails in October. November followed with several snowstorms that blanketed the northeast.
New Hampshire’s Cranmore is celebrating the snowy start to winter by offering skiers and boarders what it calls “Snow Strudels” – homemade baked Austrian pastry dusted in powdered sugar and wrapped around bits of apple – if it snows six inches or more during the previous 24 hours.
Cloud-seeding machines strategically positioned in Colorado’s high country have been aimed at the sky for four decades, spewing a compound called silver iodide into the clouds to try to make it snow.
Skeptics have been plenty and definitive research was elusive — it’s hard to prove exactly how much more snow falls after clouds are seeded when no one can say for sure what Mother Nature had planned on her own.
There are no silver bullets. No car-sized teleporters, either — at least not yet. Sometimes, Interstate 70 through the Colorado mountains in the winter is just a painful, unending, unavoidable slog. But several tricks can minimize the pain.
