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Inspiration

It’s like riding a bike! This is what everyone says about skiing—that once you learn, you can just jump back on the slopes and swoop down like a champ. I’m not so sure—and I don’t love the comparison. When you learn to ride a bike, you get to have training wheels, and should you fall,…

I love toponyms (place names), because they reveal so much—and yet so little—about the places they are meant to typify. It was snowing in Minneapolis (Sioux Mni = “water”; Greek polis = “city”) when I boarded a flight for Kalispell, and briefly imagined that Kalispell was the name of some flaxen-haired, rose-lipped pioneer beauty in…

Two full weeks of world-class skiing may have spoiled me rotten, but I’m still enough of a discerning traveler to have picked my favorites. Bear in mind, Canada is a huge place and my ski tracks only dilly-dallied across a tiny corner of it, but for what it’s worth, here’s what I liked best: Skiing…

Digital Skiing

“104 kilometers per hour? There’s no way that can be right.” My ski instructor was incredulous, shaking her head even after I showed her proof on the chairlift — with my phone.That morning I had downloaded the Whistler Blackcomb LIVE app for iPhone, which GPS tracks your entire ski path for the day, measures vertical…

Skiing With Nancy

“Press on your right foot when you wanna go left . . . and press on your left foot when you wanna go right.” Such are the basics of skiing as taught to me by Olympic gold medalist Nancy Greene, though she gives proper credit where it’s due. “A six-year-old taught me that principle,” she…

Powder Pilgrims

Matt tries to kill me before I’ve even digested my breakfast. Our first run of the day is a pole-gripping black diamond that drops through the trees and into a channel of menacing moguls. I clench a smile and skid my way downhill, tumbling once or twice but still making it alive. “You’ve got good…

Blowing Up Snow

People say that I have a cool job, but I think I just found an even cooler one. Imagine going to work everyday and blowing up gigantic snowdrifts — that’s pretty much a day in the life of the avalanche crew at Lake Louise, in Alberta, Canada. Even though it sounds (and is) great fun,…

Corduroy

The fate of snow lies in front of me. Feathery flakes blow all around us, but where they fall makes all the difference. The snow on my right will one day melt and flow downward, into creeks, streams, rivers, and eventually the Atlantic Ocean. The drops on the left will one day pour into the…

Like I said, It’s been more than five years since I’ve skied. Riding the lift to the top of Mt. Standish at Sunshine Village, my feet cemented into a pair of boots and skis, I felt pretty anxious. Did I actually know how to ski or did I just make that all up? Everyone tells…

I flew into Calgary yesterday afternoon and then caught the first bus to Banff. The 90-minute drive starts out straight, flat, brown, and boring–but soon, the bare white wheat fields ripple into true hills that roll into the western distance and its promise of great mountains. And then, before you have time to guess when…