This One Graphic Will Help You Decide Which Pass To Buy Next SeasonBy Joe Harvis on Mar 21, 2018 11:25 pmThis One Graphic Will Help You Decide Which Pass To Buy Next Season
By: Barclay | March 19, 2018The season pass battles rage on as Alterra Mountain Company and Vail Resortscontinue to scoop up resorts on their way to ski industry supremacy. But many are still wondering– who’s actually winning the war?Related: Full Pass Details On The New Ikon PassWith ski area portfolio’s that are somewhat comparable, the answer to that question all depends on where you ski/ride. Leading us to our next point. This battle isn’t about how many skiable acres or vert these ski areas boast. It’s about how close each resort is to your respective home.The Ikon Pass includes 27 destinations compared to the Epic Pass‘ 26So as the Ikon and Epic Passes vie for proximity to major markets, an infographic from the very generous Max Little should help you find out which pass is right for you this upcoming season.
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By Joe Harvis on Mar 21, 2018 01:22 amMarch 15, 2018
by Donny O’NeillWORDS • DONNY O’NEILL | PHOTO • NIC ALEGREThe change of season arrives without hurry,
As does my elation for spring’s kiss;
It builds over months and many a snow flurry,
Through stormy, frozen laps of powder bliss;
All winter long I gaze, chin to the sky,
At craggy peaks enveloped in white;
Fantastic visions and daydreams fill my head,
Of steep descents from mountains on high,
Over velvet slopes touched by first light;
I count down to winter’s climax, ahead.The vernal revolution has arrived,
Rivers run wild with torrent snowmelt,
Green color sprouts in lower forests revived
And the warm zephyr is once more felt;
But high in the alpine, snow holds on tight,
Glued to north faces of mountains so tall,
In frozen floods between corridors of rock,
A gorgeous reminder of mid-winter’s might;
Over dirt trail and skin track, I answer its call
To etch my sketch on white slopes of chalk;I wake before dawn and slip on my boots,
Shoulder my pack and onward I trek
In pursuit of a one thousand-foot chute,
Among its sheer size I am but a speck;
It exists out of sight, above the clouds,
Molded by hands of some celestial being
And filled in by winter’s frozen onslaught;
I move through silent pines, devoid of crowds,
Ascending to an Eden of spring skiing;
I crest the treeline and my breath is caught.Light beams flood the Earth in a burning glow,
Painting my icy treasure in sparkling gold;
There it lies: a vast field, blanketed in snow,
The final approach is set to unfold;
I lay my pack down to unstrap my skis,
Skins I pull out and stick to their bases,
My toes I guide into dual-toothed jaws,
Off I go, skinning with the gentle breeze,
Watching day’s first light touch hidden spaces;
I reach the apron, glance up and pause.My keen eyes scan the hanging slope above,
Once fickle, plagued by tension and stress,
Its layered snow now bonded with love,
Giving safe passage, so upward I press,
Advancing by switchback, a zig-zagging line,
Until the pitch steepens too much to tour;
To the pack go my skis, crampons on my feet,
Up I climb the near-vertical incline,
Through a rocky threshold, drawn by the allure,
Of that steep skiing fruit, its taste so sweet.One step, two step, with heavy breath I trudge,
Sandwiched between raised walls of rock,
Where a single slip, wrong step or misjudge
Could end with the punch of life’s clock;
But my focus is on the mountaintop
Not my perch, exposed in this icy pipe;
No, my gaze is fixed on the summit prize
And the desire to harvest spring’s crop,
For the sun is up and the corn is ripe—
Sure to inject me with the highest of highs;At last, atop the pinnacle I stand,
Infinite views extend north, south, east, west,
Waiting below is a couloir most grand—
I inhale; my heart beats out of my chest,
I lean my ski tips into the abyss,
Jump and surrender to gravity’s pull,
My edge grabs the slope, and to my delight,
The snow is a soft and creamy surface,
With each hop, each turn my heart grows full,
Thank you, daily melt and freezing by night!Pole plant and jump, I follow the routine
With complete focus, synapses firing
Through the granite hallway, I ski between,
One with the mountain, it’s most inspiring;
With each turn, the finish line draws closer
As the chute opens and eases its grip
Chased by curtains of sluff, I depart;
I leave a song, like some great composer,
A piece of spring skiing authorship,
This season’s concluding work of art.This poem originally appeared in the November 2017 issue of FREESKIER (20.3), The Backcountry Issue. Click here to subscribe and receive copies of FREESKIER Magazine delivered right to your doorstep.Posted from FreeskierThe post Ode to Spring appeared first on Ski Federation.Read in browser »
By Joe Harvis on Mar 20, 2018 11:44 pmIt’s been an exciting World Cup season.
From Soelden to Are, we’ve seen surprise wins and broken records. All the hard work culminated in crystal globes for a few deserving athletes. Meet the big winners of 2017-18. | | | Women’s World Cup Overall Champion: Mikaela Shiffrin (USA) |
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| | Women’s World Cup Downhill Champion: Sofia Goggia (ITA) |
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| | Women’s World Cup Super-G Champion: Tina Weirather (LIE) |
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| | Women’s World Cup GS Champion: Viktoria Rebensburg (GER) |
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| | Women’s World Cup Slalom Champion: Mikaela Shiffrin (USA) |
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| | Men’s World Cup Overall Champion: Marcel Hirscher (AUT) |
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| | Men’s World Cup Downhill Champion: Beat Feuz (SUI) |
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| | Men’s World Cup Super-G Champion: Kjetil Jansrud (NOR) |
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| | Men’s World Cup GS Champion: Marcel Hirscher (AUT) |
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Posted from Skiracing.comThe post It’s been an exciting World Cup season. appeared first on Ski Federation.Read in browser »AN ODE TO A PATROLLERBy Joe Harvis on Mar 20, 2018 02:34 pmAN ODE TO A PATROLLEROne husband reflects on being married to a ski patroller and her sheer love of doing good and doing it well.
By Robert Nussbaum | February 28, 2018It is still dark out and the winter cold is strongly suggesting that remaining under the covers would be extraordinarily prudent.Nevertheless, my wife puts on so many layers of clothing it will take several minutes to peel them off at day’s end. Then she heads out to work. At a job that pays her nothing. And never has for more than two decades.Snow making in the early morning. Photo courtesy of Ski Butternut. Butternut is a small family owned mountain located in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. The vertical drop approximately 1000 feet. Moguls normally nowhere to be found. Powder days an anomaly. Just another dot on the ski industry’s map. But not to us.What do you do when your children no longer ski with you but have gone off to find their own adventures on the slopes? You become a ski patroller, or so my wife and I planned. But one chapter into the OEC (Outdoor Emergency Care) course I remembered just how much I hated both the rigors of learning and the sight of blood. And thus, two suddenly became one as my wife joined Butternut Ski Patrol on her own.It was a serious undertaking both on and off trail, endless hours of study followed by months of on hill sled training and imagined scenarios, like so many puzzles, presented for analysis and solution. But through perseverance and skill, a patroller was born in our family in just about the time it takes to go from conception to baby naming.“Butternut may be but a tiny venue when compared with their very distant cousins out West, but having seen the care, attention and calming presence of the patrollers with the injured, I would as happily (or unhappily) find myself in the warm embrace of a patroller’s sled here as anywhere else I could possibly imagine.”I have literally followed my wife throughout her journey. Hanging out in the small two room building that serves as home for the patrol, booting up, heading out and taking runs with her whenever possible until duty calls and she rushes to assist the fallen.I have seen her professionalism and dedication matched by every one of those who patrol alongside her. Butternut may be but a tiny venue when compared with their very distant cousins out West, but having seen the care, attention and calming presence of the patrollers with the injured, I would as happily (or unhappily) find myself in the warm embrace of a patroller’s sled here as anywhere else I could possibly imagine.Some days in patrol are thankfully quiet, my wife able to finish the daily crossword as is her custom, time permitting. Others, at least the worst of them, like “bloody Sunday”, are a seemingly continuous triage center, struggling to find needed beds for examinations, an exhausting and unending scene, the local ambulance more like a shuttle bus in constant transport.I am beyond proud of my wife’s accomplishments. She has through the years become a much better skier, now relegating me to fourth place among our four family members. But even more than the joy in watching her improved turns, I love what she continues to give of herself to a place that has long since become our second home.My wife has actually made a small concession to age. Concerned that a fall might prove small disaster for one with brittle bones, she has now stopped taking sleds down the trails. But that does nothing to diminish her ability to assess injuries on the mountain or address them in base.Photo of Joanne carving a turn while on-duty.So, if you should find yourself in the unfortunate position of being in an unfortunate position on the slopes of Butternut anytime in the future, know that you will be receiving “big mountain” treatment from an amazing group of dedicated, highly skilled and thoroughly trained men and women, ranging in age from 16 to 80 and beyond who toil tirelessly on your behalf.And if there is a petite woman, looking much younger than her years, maybe in pigtails, tending to your needs, just tell her you know her story, and if you are able, through the discomfort, give her a little smile.For tomorrow morning, when it is dark and cold once more, my wife will arise to perform this dance yet again. For the sheer love of doing good and doing it well.As for me, I think I will just roll over and catch a few more winks.. . . . .Robert Nussbaum is a full-time lawyer, a part time writer (with letters appearing in the NY Times on more than 65 occasions and more than a dozen non-fiction tales having been published) and an avid, if decidedly mediocre skier. Blessed with a great wife, two wonderful children and, recently, an equally wonderful son-in-law. He says while his skiing continues to go downhill, he hopes, at least for a little longer, that he can also (not figuratively, but literally). Posted from Warren Miller Entertainment via National Ski Patrol Twitter’s feedThe post AN ODE TO A PATROLLER appeared first on Ski Federation.Read in browser »Recent Articles:
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