Tales from the Lift Line
March 20, 2014
“Your skis want to run,” said Michael as I sat in the snow digging my ski free so I could stand up again. “You’re holding them back.”
March 13, 2014
Next to lift tickets, the biggest skiing expense is keeping growing kids in gear.
March 6, 2014
Unfortunately, with any kid’s plans to “do this for the rest of my life” comes a problem that all skiing families face: Sticker Shock.
February 27, 2014
The storm blanketing Mt. Bachelor had cut visibility down to my own skis and the fuzzy blobs that were the skiers within a few yards of me.
February 13, 2014
When we originally booked the trip to Whistler, B.C., it didn’t even cross my mind that we’d be at the site of the 2010 Winter Olympics
February 6, 2014
What kind of parents let their kids engage in activities so dangerous they have to sign waivers against liability?
January 30, 2014
I could have made a New Year’s resolution that we’d become the family that packs cut-up fruit, artisanal sandwiches on home-baked bread…
January 23, 2014
The ski instructor, his yellow jacket bright against the icy slope, waved his arms at me. I was at the top of the run
January 16, 2014
At the end of The Wizard of Oz there’s the famous scene in which Dorothy awakens to see her friends and family surrounding her . . .
January 10, 2014
Welcome to the second annual installment of our ski blog series, Tales from the Lift Line.
March 28, 2013
It was my first big powder run and my rental ski had completely disappeared under the snow. Two terrible thoughts swirled in my mind . . .
March 14, 2013
My first snowshoe experience was on Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park. It was a tame excursion, but I had never been so immersed in a deep winter environment.
March 7, 2013
On a weekend cross-country ski trip to the Methow Valley, we decided to spend a day alpine skiing at Loup Loup Ski Bowl, just outside of Winthrop, Wash.
February 14, 2013
One of the snowboarders sitting on the run yelled to me, “Dude! Are you okay?” “Yes, thanks!” I called back. I was on my back, sliding down the slope in a slow-motion rotation,
February 5, 2013
“I wish you had a backpack!” We’d stopped to get rid of some layers. It was January, but we were hot. As I unzipped my daughter’s jacket, I realized she had three layers beneath her lined jacket.
January 31, 2013
“I just knocked down a little kid,” laughed the snowboarder to his friends when he slid to a stop. They had come, one-by-one, across the single green run at Alpental to the parking lot.
January 18, 2013
After a decade of strategizing, with much trial and error, we have developed a system for the most dreaded chore of the weekend: packing.