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Mountain Culture

Taken for a Ride

Taken for a Ride | Remembering old ski trips.
Taken for a Ride | Remembering old ski trips. (Illustration: Matt Wood)
It meant eight hours on the road to get seven hours on the hill.

One night when I was 12 years old my father walked into my room, shook me awake, and said it was time. It was 4:30 a.m. The bus would be leaving soon. I dressed myself quietly in the dark, grabbed my rental skis, and followed him into the damp mid-Atlantic night.

We lived in the small town of Salisbury, Md., which is so flat that
the biggest hill is an overpass. It rarely snowed. As a result, I had so little idea of what skiing was about that I can still recall my father explaining this exotic sport to me in our den. I was 10.

Luxury SUVs Without the Sticker Shock

Luxury SUVs | Audi Q7
Snow Driver: Luxury SUVs Without Sticker Shock, Audi Q7
Family-friendly, all-season style doesn’t have to cost as much as a condo. Here’s a trio
of affordably stylish and thoroughly rugged alternatives.

It’s easy to spend big bucks on a winter-worthy, family-hauling SUV. But auto manufacturers have responded to the economic downturn, expanding the bottom end of the luxury utility niche as more people are looking for performance, comfort, and value when hitting the road for their outdoor adventures. These three vehicles each start at less than $50,000, loaded with style and power.

Freedom Rocks?

Freedom Rocks?
Freedom Rocks? (Illustration: Kim Sielbeck)
The base area was blasting the Kiss nugget “I Was Made for Lovin’ You Baby.” At offensive levels. Just like that, my ski-day buzz was dead.

It was a perfect day: Three inches of fresh on empty runs at Beaver Creek, Colo. Good friends. The joy of flying though soft snow in the wide-open Colorado mountains with nothing but the wind in my ears.

And then Ace Frehley ruined it. Because, suddenly, I had skied straight out of this sublime moment into a bad movie soundtrack. The base area was blasting the Kiss nugget “I Was Made for Lovin’ You Baby.” At offensive levels. Just like that, my ski-day buzz was dead.

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