For Vermont’s Mad River Glen ski area, it seems that winter is not over. It’s mid-May and the ski hill just received a fresh coating of snow. It might not be enough for true spring laps, but what is it that they say up there, ski it if you can?
Give your kids the right name and they're bound to become pros . . .
Give your kids the right name and they're bound to become pros . . .
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Jonathan Desabris
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Ski
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39K
I give up. I admit defeat. After twenty-two years I realize that my dream of becoming a pro skier is over. Never will I grace the cover of Powder Mag and you will definitely not see me in a segment of Almost Ablaze. That’s fine—life has other plans for me. As I reflect back on why this happened I have to place the blame on two people: my mom and dad. Not because they didn’t sign me up for ski school or drive me up to the mountains of New England each winter, but because they named me
What it Takes to Be the Fastest Ski Gang in Aspen
What it Takes to Be the Fastest Ski Gang in Aspen
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Trevor Husted
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Ski
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11.4K
What started as a few 10-year old Aspen ski racers toying around and causing no good in their little ski gang deemed ‘The Stallions,’ would later evolve into a 15-member crew of ripping skiers. The group's name would change to something more representative of their ideals, a name set in place to pay homage to the late Hunter S. Thompson and his adopted slogan while running for Sheriff of Aspen and Pitkin County–“Freak Power.” While the esteemed journalist would lose the election he
Revisiting Bill Briggs’ First Descent of the Grand and His Enduring Legacy
Revisiting Bill Briggs’ First Descent of the Grand and His Enduring Legacy
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Hadley Hammer
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Gear & Tech
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7.1K
“Duck!” my partner, Ben, told me as he tightened the rope that connected us. I buried my head into my chest as a waterfall of heavy, cold snow cascaded around me. It collected everywhere there was space: in between my sunglasses, down my jacket, and in my helmet. "Is this what a river rock feels like as water flows undisturbed by its presence?” I thought to myself as I waited for it to end.My existence on this wall of ice on the final pitch of the Chevy Couloir on the Grand Teton was