Summoning the words to justly capture a powder day is like trying to describe a color. Sitting here—legs trembling, face wind-burnt, mind numb— I revisit the day not by way of the various lines I took, but by the lesson it taught me. Powder riding transcends into something more profound than just descending a snow-covered mountain; ... Read More

After a recent lapse in precipitation, five inches never felt so deep. Rendezvous Bowl offered soft turns into the afternoon, while lower elevations were scuffed up early. With the infantry on the ground, this weather system looks to send down its cavalry tonight and into tomorrow. So get your battle axes sharpened, because the ... Read More

While the East Coast laments over a “blizzid” that has major cities stalled, here in the Last of the Old West we’re doing a snow dance, beckoning La Nina to part the skies and unleash her fury. It seems our prayers may soon be answered, as the National Weather Service put out a winter advisory ... Read More

Perched at the top of Four Pines, we studied the valley sprawled before us, drawing imaginary lines on the expanse with our fingers. Whimsical clouds hung in the sky, the day’s gray light pierced only by a sliver of hot pink trimming the eastern horizon. The fruits of the mile and half hike from the ... Read More

Rime-coated trees sparkled in the sunlight this Christmas morning, making for an enchanting ride into Teton Village. At the base, families enjoyed Tram Jam renditions of holiday favorites as they made their way to the gondola. While most visitors cruised groomers, locals mined powder stashes on north-facing aspects just outside the gates.

The tragic irony of the holiday season is that as much as it invokes merriment and good tidings, it can also produce a degree of chaos. I do not mean to be a Grinch, or a Scrooge, or any other nefarious detractor from the Christmas cheer, but there was certainly an anxious buzz over town. So ... Read More

You can see the pleasant disbelief in the smiling faces shuffling through line, as they are greeted with yet another powder day. Little has to be said; a raise of eyebrows and or a shrug of shoulders suffice. This season can rouse an inkling of guilt, as if we snuck into some forbidden utopia, and ... Read More

Gray light dulled the landscape, transforming the mountain into a Russell Chatham painting where heavy trees stood silhouetted in the mist like wintery apparitions. Snow collected at the cusps of runs, displaced by slashing skis and snowboards. Throughout the day, scattered snowfall assuaged the high tempo of late, lending a sense of calm to this ... Read More

Azure skies cut through the conifers, scattering a patchwork of shadows on the boot-pack up to the Crags from Apres Vous. Ascending, I overtook a Christmas-week-warrior keeled over his poles, sucking air through pursed lips. “It’s all worth it in the end, right?” he managed to ask between breaths. Nodding to the scene around ... Read More

Floating on snow, we achieve perfection; not in the sense of being flawless, but in the sense of being complete. In those serene moments of weightless descent, all wants, past and future, dissolve with the swoop of a deep turn. So today, we were perfect, gliding over the earth, indulging in the all powerful ... Read More