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posted: 09/26/2011
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General overview of is the ultimate resource for the latest news on ski destinations, winter travel, the mountain lifestyle, gear and instruction. Home to a passionate community of skiers and winter enthusiasts, the website provides original content on everything that’s new and cool in snow country, including customized weather reports and exclusive travel and gear deals.

Pitches: Keep them short and sweet. What’s the bread-and-butter of the story? Why does it matter to the SKI reader? Cruise around our site for a while so you have a good idea of what sorts of stories we post. And don't send the story, already written. We won't read it.

Length: Must be short and web-friendly. No one wants to read a 2,000 word story on their computer screen. Keep the story short (500 words or less), and if you can include pictures or show us where to get them, even better. (We run lots of stories as photo galleries to make it easier for the user to click through quickly.)

Style: Lists and How To’s do really well, and we’ll break those up into a series of photos in a gallery. Anything with Top 10 or Best Whatever in the title will be a slam-dunk. On occasion, we’ll accept a profile on an athlete, a one-off gear/resort/movie review, or a longer feature. Just tell us how we can make it work for web—is there a video clip we can embed? A photo gallery to accompany? An interactive trail map worth including?

Lead time: The internet never sleeps, so we want stories that are timely, newsy, and relevant. What's happening today, tomorrow, or this weekend? That's what we'll cover.

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15 Best Bootfitters

Local’s Secrets to Skiing Squaw

How to Ski Rocker

2011’s Warmest Jackets

Get Fit with the U.S. Ski Team

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Hello, I am not sure if you are still doing the "Small Areas that Rock" series, but I wanted to put in a plug for Berkshire East, of Charlemont, Mass. I grew up skiing there and the place has survived the bad snow years of the 80's and remains family owned. For Mass, its an extremely fun place to ski and has turned quite a few of incredible skiers (Barry Galvin, USST) and has a ton of charm. The family that owns BE (Schaeffers) have reinvigorated the place with a big zip line program and wind farm. I now live in Breckenridge, CO but the view from the top of the "BEAST" as the locals call, it is really great. My dad has been patrolling there for 40 years (the ski patrol is a whole other story, lots of colorful characters). Let me know if I answer any other questions I can help with!~ Best, Marc Burdick Breck, CO 970-418-0116
I have recently spent the last year hunting down the top 100 Ski Town Soup recipes in North America. I have started to post similar content from the growing ski culinary scene on my blog and would love to connect with your readers to share the highly regional flare that has come from my research. This compilation of recipes by renowned chefs will also be available in book stores this fall. As part of this effort, I received additional recipes from other chefs around the country. Living in Vail allows me quick access to many of the food events in the west, which my family and I frequent. Best, Jennie
I would like to send you contact sheets of photos from Chile for consideration in your print and online magazine.
RE: prints of skiing in Chile, My email address is
The Novice Corner (Skiing On Piste) We all look forward to the days when we can ski the big lines, dropping off the edge into the white space that engulfs us, drowning out the world. At that moment there is a clarity where it is just you focusing on the then and now. For most, that ski, it is a vision we dream about. In reality most of us don't get to that point, life has a funny way of saying "Hold on a sec! The bills need to be paid and the kids need to go to school, blah blah blah." If we are lucky we can spend a few days a year at the ski hill making turns and dreaming about the steeps. Heli skiing and Cat skiing are out of the question, we scrap money together to be able to spend a few days a year on the snow. You see us out at the top of the hill with the "Oh shit! I'm gonna ski that!" look. Remember we have all been there at one time. So let us see a view point from that angle. We get caught up in what we dream about and don't stop to look and appreciate the reality with which we live. We forget about the steps that takes us to the point of drop off and thats not a journey worth forgetting. So let's see the whole journey from not just the elite skiers out there but also from us that stay on piste.
Hiking White Wolf Mountain Ski Area In 20 years of skiing Lake Tahoe I have seen nothing that will change the Northern California ski landscape more than the development of White Wolf Mountain. In September 2011, Alpine Meadows and Squaw Valley Ski Resort merged ownership. White Wolf is the 460 acre double valley that lies between them. Linking these three resorts will create the largest ski playground in America. You can hike this beautiful area today. White Wolf Mountain owner Troy Caldwell permits hikers through his property via the Five Lakes Trail to the Granite Chief Wilderness area. This 5 mile round trip hike from 6,600 feet to 7,500 feet starts 2 miles up Alpine Meadows road to a cluster of 5 alpine lakes giving the trail its name. The hike begins along the Southern flanks of the KT-22 Mountain at Squaw Valley which you can see from the road and gently ascends towards the Five Lakes plateau through expanses of exposed granite and jagged volcanic rock. 17 newly erected lift towers are visible along the way and are part of the private development that has been ongoing. The pitch is steep from a ski perspective reflecting some of the best terrain at Squaw but groomers could be cut into the hill opening it up for all levels of skier. The granite is straight out of Big Thunder Mountain ride at Disneyland offering beautiful views of pink rock and large pines that will offer limited tree skiing in contrast to Alpine and Squaw’s open bowls. The general south facing exposure of White Wolf Mountain will mean it may not be open as long as either of the two adjoining resorts so it will be a somewhat limited treat adding to its excitement. During the big snow months you will be able to ski 8 to 10 miles from the NW of Squaw to the Se of Alpine without a stop light like a major European resort.
Well, here we are, the last ski day 2015. Dez and I ran up to Keystone last Saturday morning to squeeze in one last day on the slopes. Wow!! No traffic on Saturday morning?! No backups at Idaho Springs!! Dry roads with no ice or packed snow!! Speedometer pegged at 65 most of the way!! So far so good. As we drove over Loveland pass, we noticed the snow walls made by the plows on the side of the road were getting pretty small and a lot of bare earth showed through where only a month ago four feet or more of snow covered the ground. Winter was fast turning to spring as the high country is preparing for the new year. loveland pass and keystone Loveland pass in the summer looking towards Keystone ski area snow walls Snow wall along the road on Loveland pass loveland pass sign Sign at top of Loveland pass I get a little introspective this time of year. There is a strange juxtaposition that exists between the end of the ski season and the beginning of spring. At once, one is dying while the other is just starting to bloom. Each has its own time and place and each is truly wonderful. I can’t help being sad as another ski season winds down, yet glad that the spring is here and summer, with all it brings, is right around the corner. I find myself sometimes gauging and measuring my life by the passing of the ski seasons. There were the years in the 90’s when the boys were young and we all skied together. We would load their friends up and head to Eldora for the day, turn them loose and agree to meet again at 3:30 by the first aid station to load up for the ride home. Most times, they were so tired they slept all the way down, too tired, in fact, for the rough housing and horseplay that pre-teen boys are known to engage in. There were the years in the early 2000’s with Steve Mallard, my favorite Texan, who loved to Ski backwards and believed that Breckenridge was heaven on earth. And then there was Dan and Mary Strizek and our beautiful days at Keystone. Dan was disabled and skied on one ski slalom style using outrigger poles to keep his balance. Dan and I would race down Diamondback and he would beat me to the bottom every time. diamondback Diamondback at Keystone looking towards North peak There were the Alan English condo days in the late 2000’s where a bunch of friends would all go to Alan’s condo in Breckenridge. Some would ski, some would not. But we always ate well, played games and laughed a lot. dez ski Dez and our boys at Keystone with Breckenridge in the background Nowadays it’s mostly me and Dez. Mallard went back to Texas to be around family. Dan got too disabled to go any longer. The boys all grew up and moved on to jobs, families and other good things. And Alan and Katherine moved back to England, leaving Colorado and the condo behind. I miss them all and think of them fondly, when the snow begins to fly in the fall, but especially at the end of the season, when, like them, another one fades away. So we drove to Keystone last Saturday, drinking coffee in the early morning hours, and began to reminisce about the seasons of the past. “Remember the snow that year.” “Yeah, that was good” “ Wow that was 20 years ago.” “Time flies” “ I wonder what happened to that kid.” “He was a good kid. He’d be about 30 now” “ We should call Dan and Mary.” “Yeah, maybe next week.” And as I ruminate on ski seasons past, I am reminded of one of the sad facts of life; nothing lasts forever. People will move on, circumstances will change, children will grow up and what was once very real lives now only in our memories. The lesson? Life is to be lived as it happens and to be enjoyed in the present. One day at a time and this is it. Tomorrow, this day will be the past and will join all its friends in the long string of days that make up my life. In the words of someone much wiser than me, To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. Down off the pass to the parking lot where it is only about ¼ full. Nobody here today. The slopes look good in the distance, no brown showing through. We park, get out the bag and begin to don our outfits. This in itself is a ritual. First the pants over the jeans, then the neck gator, fleece, and helmet. Check the goggles, grab the skis out of the back. Keys and phone and wallet in pockets and zipped up so they stay nice and secure. Boots on, final check that all is good. Head to the slopes, a short walk across the lot, through the village, and onto the first lift of the day. There is comfort and familiarity in the ritual. keystone blue sky Keystone under a blue sky As we head to the lift, Dez and I look at the cloudless blue sky and the white outlines of the slopes, we blend into the crowd of pilgrims making what is possibly the last walk of the year, full of the promise of one last good day. I don’t know how many seasons I have left. Maybe like Dan, my days are numbered. But I don’t care really, because I have learned from many years on the mountains that life is lived today and today it is good. This season will blend into the long line of seasons past, take its rightful place in the order, to be used as another mark on the yardstick of my life. We get off the lift, adjust the goggles, strap on the poles, and head down Mozart to the Outback for the last runs of the year, lost in the thrill of the wind in our faces and the promise of the day to come. ‘Til next year……………………….. Sage
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