How Not to Buy Ski Boots
Of all the nefarious practices in our little business, none is more inimical than a consumer shopping a website for price while extracting the vitally important technical expertise from a talented bootfitter. It’s like eating a five-star meal, then...
52 Weeks
Your Esteemed Editor en route to his next descent in the Wasatch backcountry. If you’re a skier, and you believe in the afterlife, this is where you wind up. (Provided you’ve been very, very good.) We skiers are a resilient lot. One year ago, give or take a day...
Our Dear Readers Weigh In
At the Kalavrita Ski Center in Greece, $35 buys a lift ticket and a room for the night at a three-star hotel. One of the benefits of a Realskiers.com subscription is the ability to contact me directly with your questions and comments. I also periodically solicit...
Road Tripping
Among the many dissatisfactions of this most unusual season is that travel beyond one’s local environs has been roundly discouraged. Don’t get me wrong: I’m grateful down to my socks that we’re allowed to ski locally, and my version of same is pretty sweet. Pardon the plug, but between Alpine Meadows, Squaw Valley and Mt. Rose I have a smorgasbord of savory choices.
But skiing close to home and skiing on the road are two different beasts. Nothing is the same, really, and therein lies a great deal of the road trip’s charms.
To shed light on my premise, allow me to pull back the veil on my favorite away game, an annual pilgrimage to Little Cottonwood Canyon. By the end of this brief travelogue you will probably hate me, so please fill your vessel of good will to the rim before proceeding.