On February 19, my friend Erme Catino and I met up for a trip to Mapleton, Utah, to ski and photograph Spanish Fork Peak. Some years past, there’d been a fire on the mountain above town, leaving a ghost forest that transitioned from oak to large spruce, sweeping to an alpine environment near the summit. Starting in the mud, we shouldered our skis until there was enough snow to skin. Thoughts of contrasting shades, snow and faded tree trunks lured us higher, and it reminded me why I began making ski photos.
The Anti Ski-Town: Why Ouray, Colorado should be considered a skier’s paradise
For more than 15 winters I’ve traveled to Ouray, Colorado, nestled in the state’s southwestern corner, where I’ve shivered at belays in the world-class, frozen waterfalls of the Ouray Ice Park. And with water streaming down on my face, I’ve stared into shadowy canyons and up at the northern San Juan Mountains’ snowy peaks, open bowls, couloirs and glades, thinking to myself, “Next time I’ll bring my skis.”
Op-Ed: Who really wants the One Wasatch massive-resort?
“Who wants this expansion?” Salt Laker, physician and photographer Howie Garber wondered aloud. He was talking about Ski Utah’s March announcement of One Wasatch, their intention to make lift connections that would enable a person to ski all seven Central Wasatch resorts in a single day. And the map highlighting possible connection zones shows three that will stir conflict with backcountry users.
Photo Essay: Plan B in the Tetons
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.
