While far western New York is getting all the headlines for mega-deep snow—nine feet in the last week—it’s falling farther east, too (where there’s a bit more elevation). Several lake-effect bursts off Vermont’s Lake Champlain have steadily built a base over high elevations in the Green Mountains, and, since most resorts won’t open until this weekend or the Thanksgiving holiday, it’s open season for inbounds skinning. Here’s a gallery of early-season and early-morning earned shots from Stowe, which opened last weekend.
With 100 inches in the forecast, winter hype was buzzing around Bellingham late last week. What most people don’t think about, however, is that when the Internet blows up with comments like “Baker is getting 100 inches over the weekend,” the forecasts are referencing the summit, which is at 10,000 feet. The actually ski area sits at around 5,000 feet.
With rain and snow falling for much of May, Kordell, Zach, Cindi-Lou and I waited for the forecast to improve for our trip to Wyoming’s Wind River Range. But that put us a few weeks late to enter the Winds from the Dickinson Park trailhead on the east side with a muddy, 15-mile approach. So we decided to retreat to the Tetons for Plan B.
For the third year, Bent Gate Mountaineering of Golden, Colo. took over Silverton Mountain for three days of private skiing, backcountry touring and partying. And it sounds way better than the flu. We sent Colorado-based photographer Casey Day to the Silverton infermary and he came back with this photo gallery.
In September 2012, Backcountry Managing Editor Tyler Cohen, photographer Fred Marmsater and I ventured into a little-known part of the Andes for a week of exploring and skiing. Tyler wrote about it in the February 2013 issue of Backcountry. With perfect weather and good spring snow, the exploratory trip couldn’t have gone better. I spent […]
Andreas Fransson is defining modern extreme skiing. And the 30-year-old Chamonix, France transplant from Sweden brings to the sport wisdom of mountain men twice his age. In the October issue, Managing Editor Tyler Cohen travels to Chamonix to shadow Fransson for three days. There, he found a whole lot more than he could cram into […]
From the dusty town of Haines, Alaska we fly westward into the peaks of Glacier Bay National Park. Our goal, to shoot for the upcoming Sweetgrass Productions film, Valhalla, lay before us in an endless expanse of glacial valleys and shark-tooth peaks that extend clear to the Gulf of Alaska. The tiny Cessna 180 drops our crew—Carston, Zack, Drew, Donny, Ben, Jay, Zac and I—near the head of the Morse glacier. And there we hack out a camp of eight brightly colored specks, our home for 16 days.