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Mountain Culture

Ode to Mary Jane

Ode to Mary Jane
Ode to Mary Jane
Every week I limped my freshly ripped muscle fibers off the Eskimo Ski Club bus, then sometimes went straight to bed without dinner.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a ballerina. I’d stay late in the studio and watch the older girls in pointe class, with their impassive faces and impossible jetés. Then, shortly after I got my
own pointe shoes, I quit. Not because I stopped wanting to be a ballerina, but because every Sunday my legs were so saturated with lactic acid from nonstop Derailers, Railbenders, Drunken Frenchmen, and Golden Spikes at Mary Jane, Colo., the day before that I could not developpé them off the floor. Saturdays were for skiing, for trying to keep up with my older brother—at all costs.

Ode to the ’Loaf

Ode to the 'Loaf
Ode to the 'Loaf
I thought I won it for being fast, a misconception my father did not dispute even though it would cost him thousands in race gear and entry fees over the next decade.


I used to crave chocolate moose— yes, moose—because there was a counter that sold them in the old base lodge at Maine’s Sugarloaf Mountain in the early ’80s. The place offered other cast-chocolate Maine kitsch, too—lobsters, lighthouses, seagulls—but it was the moose lollipop I wanted.

Ode to Eldora

Ode to Eldora
Ode to Eldora
It was one of those unpredictable memory-making experiences that consistently happen when you’re a ski family.

When youth-group lessons release on Saturday afternoons at Eldora Mountain, Colo., there are probably 300 families hitting Boulder Canyon Drive, a twisty, narrow two-laner that shadows Middle Boulder Creek down the canyon. A few years ago, as my wife and two kids, with me at the wheel, were crawling in a line of traffic heading home, some weird inversion happened and the wet asphalt instantly became covered in black ice just as the road started to curve. Looking a few vehicles ahead, I saw one car spin off to the right, stopping with its nose over the streambed.

Ode to Hunter Mountain

Ode to Hunter Mountain
Ode to Hunter Mountain
It’s a wonder we didn’t end up with serious injuries to our wool-hat-clad heads.

Hunter Mountain, N.Y., isn’t where I actually learned to ski. But Hunter is indeed where I learned to ski. Chasing my older brother down icy black diamonds like Hell Gate and Minya Konka, yard-saling big-time on the double blacks at Hunter West—Westway, under the liftline, even. No matter how hard I skied—or rather how hard I bit it—my brother never let me win.

Ode to Vermont

Ode to Vermont
Ode to Vermont
I’d like to apologize to everyone in those liftlines whose skis I walked on.

I’d like to thank all the guys—students at Norwich University, all pushing retirement age by now—who gave me shoulder rides to the top of my local hill in central Vermont. I was five, too small to hold down the poma platter. They made a little boy with a runny nose very happy. Man, how I loved to ski when I was five.

Film Hero Louis Zamperini’s Mammoth Connection

Film Hero Louis Zamperini’s Mammoth Connection
Louis Zamperini
The World War II vet, and subject of the movie “Unbroken,” brought hundreds of boys to Mammoth Mountain to ski, fish, and keep out of trouble.

Louis Zamperini, the subject of the upcoming film “Unbroken,” wasn’t just a weekend warrior skier. He came to Mammoth Mountain with a bigger purpose: to help underprivileged boys stay out of trouble. 

Zamperini established the Victory Boys Camp around 1953, according to an oral history document by the Amateur Athletic Foundation of Los Angeles, and skiing was one of the many activities he introduced to those boys.

Tip Sheet: Pali Face, Arapahoe Basin

Test yourself on Summit County, Colorado’s steepest slope.

»LocationArapahoe Basin, Colo.

»Getting There: The Pali double chair, looker’s right in the base area.

Getting to Know: Chris Waddell

We chat with pro skier Chris Waddell about his inspiration, his plans for winter, and what its like living in Utah.

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