As I pen this piece in the middle of February, 2024, the outlines of the 2025 American ski market are coming into ever sharper focus. Every important brand has not only pitched its next collection to its retail partners, most initial orders have already been written, setting the stage for what should be a very consumer-friendly spring as far as ski sales are concerned.
There are two key components that drive this looming shopping bonanza: the first, and most important, element is a slow-sales year that has a lot of the skis ordered preseason last year still on the shelves. Waiting in the wings is the second driver, orders for new models that will obsolete the current generation as soon as they show up. The classic solution to this conundrum is to sweeten the deal on the leftovers to make room for the newcomers, lowering the price on models that were considered state-of-the-art just a few weeks ago.
As I mentioned in Twilight of the Idols last month, some of the most coveted models of the last decade have reached the end of their product life-cycle. If you’ve ever wanted a Bonafide, Enforcer or Mantra – or a Black Pearl, Santa Ana or Secret 96 – you’ll never have a better chance to get it in the size you want than right now. In addition to this sextet of perennial sales leaders, generational model turnover is also impending at Atomic, Dynastar, Fischer, Head, Rossignol, Kästle and Liberty.
After a season in which only a handful of second-tier model families were re-vitalized with some sort of upgrade, the 2025 season is chock full of new models that I’m pleased to report are palpably superior to the generation they replace. While I’ve yet to ski every new model of note, most of what I’ve essayed so far have been very impressive. It’s reassuring to see so many brands investing in new designs that deliver high performance that reward good skiing without extracting a high toll in the effort department. With each passing birthday, I grow more appreciative of designs that exemplify this energy-conservation consciousness.
There are a couple of reasons why I find this year’s bumper crop of new skis so encouraging. In a seasonal market dependent on increasingly fickle weather, smart money might be tempted to slow down new product introductions to a bare minimum. That instead we see considerable market pressure to keep the innovation hammer down while keeping the incremental cost to consumers hovering around zero. (Most new models did not increase their MSRP for next year.)
Any time a new construction infiltrates a corner of a product line, it sets up the next few seasons for additional new models to roll out as the latest tech spreads across the collection. This is the second aspect of the 2025 U.S. market that gives me hope for the future: the seeds of change have now been planted across multiple product lines that will extend 2025’s new ideas well into the future. Timetables are already in place that will ensure a regular flow of model turnover, barring catastrophic intervention such as a second pandemic or a snowless season across the globe.
Calling All Ski Testers!
If you’re addicted to skiing – and, mercifully, many of you are – you get a special frisson of excitement whenever you step into a new pair of skis. After forty years of ski testing, I can attest that the thrill of trying out a freshly prepped pair of one of the best skis money can buy does not diminish over time. Gauging its receptivity to edging action, its capacity to shift into a drift on a whim, it’s inherent speed limit and a host of other attributes, is both a thrill and a skill. In the course of one or two runs – ideally in a variety of conditions – an experienced tester should be able to limn the limits of the model under review.
It is both to facilitate and to provide a record of this bundle of experiences that I’ve revised my test card into a new digital format that uses Google docs as its medium. Please note you don’t have to have a Google email address or any other Google functions, but if you do use Google Chrome or have a Google address, you’ll be able to edit your entries, should you so desire.
Veteran testers will note that I’ve modified the 10 test criteria just a tad to improve comprehension and to help compress the “card” to a space only slightly larger than the usual cell phone screen, limiting scrolling to a bare minimum. To make the chore of data entry go faster, testers enter their email address and shop affiliation only once, rather than re-entering this info for every submission. (If you’re a citizen tester without a shop affiliation, just enter the letter “C” as your associated shop.)
To help cast the widest net we can, in addition to the link below, we’ve posted a link to the new test card on the Realskiers.com home page, right below the Testimonials. (If you happen to be a shop tester who has used a digital test card accessed via a QR code, please do NOT use the old, 6-criteria card to which it connects.) If you are specialty retailer, you don’t have to be an official Realskiers Test Center to contribute; you just have to be willing to play. I look forward to seeing your data and comments!
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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.
It’s About Nothing
In the last week of January,2009 I was able to spend a few days skiing in Little Cottonwood Canyon, which is always cathartic for my ravaged soul. The conditions were all over the map, the mountains having experienced a long, hot spell followed by rain, grapple, wet snow and finally dry snow driven by winds that could flense an adult walrus in a few minutes. Couldn’t have been better.
I had been preparing for the trip for weeks, psychologically. Two back surgeries the previous winter had reduced my training regimen from semi-annual to non-existent. Scheduling conflicts such as work kept me from visiting the areas that abound at home near Lake Tahoe, so I had zero ski days on a body with more fat on it than a French duck. I had as much chance of surviving Snowbird and Alta as a rib roast in a piranha tank.
Fortunately, the Lord is merciful, anti-inflammatory drugs are powerful and there are techniques that allow one to block out pain. There are also many wonderful people in this world with which to ski, kind people who stand quietly by, pretending to be in awe of Nature, while my chest heaves so violently in its futile quest for oxygen that tiny lung particles break lose and make for the exits. One such person is Guru Dave Powers, a man whose passion for the sport hasn’t diminished after thousands of days of riding gravity down the infinitely variable slopes and crannies of Snowbird. The Goo knows this hill, and in knowing it well knows so much more.
The Making of a Skier, Chapter XII: Putting Words into the Mouth of God & Other Mid-Life Adventures
When I was cut adrift by Head on June 13, 2001, my once glowing prospects dimmed considerably. The date is etched in memory because I hosted a small soirée that evening in honor of my darling wife’s 50th birthday. One of the attendees was Paul Hochman, who would play several roles in my life as I wandered in the wilderness of unemployment during what were supposed to be my peak earning years.
During the gaping hole in my career that spanned 2001-2011, I would eventually spend every cent of my inheritance, plus most of what I’d saved from earlier bouts with gainful employment, just keeping the household afloat. Despite a river of red ink, my resume would suggest that I was not only commercially active during this epoch, but had my hand in all sorts of ventures.
