Oh nothing, the little divots are just killing people as usual. In five years at British Columbian resorts, tree wells accounted for 75 percent of the "non-avalanche-related snow-immersion deaths, or NARSIDs as they are known in tragic circles, and six of the total 32 inbounds terminations. Trying to understand the M.O. of these homicidal snow ditches, B.C. experimenters recently tossed six skiers and four snowboarders headfirst into their clutches. Those who managed to click out of their bindings only fell deeper into the sugary abyss. None—zip, zero, nada—rescued themselves. But then, none were wearing vintage Luke Skywalker Utility Belts, complete with timber-destroying lightsaber and life-saving grappling hook. Foolish Canadians.
After one ass-freezing ride up the awesome, fixed-grip Madonna I chair, you’ll know that for all the Storyland BS, this place has serious steeps.
Why? Because it is one honking mountain that never gets crowded.
Don’t expect Corbet’s, but the closest skiing to New York boasts rapidly improving terrain park.
It’s steep, sustained (enough to host the Olympic downhill in 2002), and never crowded.
It’s like a mini Chamonix, only (a little bit) easier to get to.
The first ever Intertribal Winter Sports Summit brings Native students and elders to Wyoming's Jackson Hole Mountain Resort to learn skiing and snowboarding.
The web series kicked off in memory of Andreas Fransson, with an Icelandic adventure, and now takes you from deep B.C. pow, to Japan, and beyond.
Owned by the same family since it opened in 1960, Mont Sutton is known for its glades.
We know why you haven’t been here yet: because it’s wicked friggin’ hard to get to. But Saddleback is worth the trip.
When you get the call to go to Jackson, you go.