Tabla de contenidos para November 2018 en Powder

All Contacts Kelly in accounting [Auto Reply All] Out of Office What you write: Hi, thank you for your email. I am currently out of the office without access to email. However, I will reply as soon as I return next Monday. If you require more immediate assistance, please email Kelly in accounting. Thanks for your patience. Best, Marcy What you mean: Yes, I got your email. No, I’m not going to respond today because I am currently out of the office taking that ski vacation I’ve been talking about for two years. I deserve this, dammit. Of course I have access to my email. (It’s 2018! There’s Wi-Fi everywhere.) However, despite the “high priority” status you placed on your message asking me for the conference call dial-in code—again, Carol???!!!—I…

EARLY MORNING, sun still way below the horizon, the air has a cold, refreshing bite that I can feel deep into my lungs. Tall evergreens, their trunks furry with moss, reach tall into the purple sky. The only sounds are the steady zip-ziiiip…zip-ziiiip of our skins over a crusty snow surface, and our breath, appearing as vapor in the stillness and vanishing just as quickly. Other than our party of four—Beau Fredlund, Adam Clark, Noah Howell, and me—the only other sign of life is a set of moose tracks postholed deep into the snow. The animal has dropped several piles of scat, which look like Milk Duds, along the skin track. “He’s eating the Old Man’s Beard off the trees,” says Fredlund, a ski guide in Cooke City, Montana, as…

Gordini Antler Mitt $140 Try this glove on and you will ooh and ahh. That’s how luxuriously smooth this deerskin mitt feels both inside and out. The interior consists of a Primaloft thermo-plush lining that’s like putting your hand in a cloud, ensuring warm digits even during the coldest of days. The tradeoff for all this comfort is a lack of dexterity. This mitt is all about the down. Hestra Army Leather Couloir $150 With cowhide/goat nappa leather on the fingers and palm, and Hestra’s dobby mélange on the top of the glove for an excellent fit, the Army Leather Couloir is waterproof and breathable in a minimalist style. An excellent choice for backcountry tours or riding the lifts on a pleasant winter’s day, this glove places a priority on…

TREASURED HUNT As a longtime Powder reader, one of my favorite issues has always been The Photo Annual (46.5). The thing that I, and probably many other readers, love is searching for the skier in the shot. He or she is oftentimes a pinpoint dot in a sea of gnarly terrain. I now get to share this Waldo-like photo hunt with my 4-year-old daughter. She loves it. The search continues. ALEX AND HEIDI RICE Boulder, Colorado SHARING THE LOVE I used to make an event of buying my POWDER magazine at a local store in Park City. It was a big deal for me. I moved a few years ago to get away from the “Vail Jail,” as I called it, to a smaller town where people are still normal,…

IF YOU’VE EVER LIVED MORE THAN A WEEK in the mountains, you know how deeply skiers revere jam bands. You’re aware that Phish hails from Vermont and String Cheese Incident calls Colorado home. Perhaps you’ve popped a psilocybin cap and divined that jam band music involves repeated crests and troughs—just as a mogul field does. And that the climactic groove represents a moment of delayed gratification, not unlike thigh-deep powder after a long spell of high pressure. Or maybe you’re a realist who recognizes skiers are about as diverse as Barbara Bush’s pearls but even they can nail some nice dance moves in the course of a 13-minute song. Whatever. Skiers and jam bands are simply made for each other, and that’s why Telluride locals were ecstatic to learn String…

DUDE KINDA NAILS IT Are you f—ing kidding me? That’s the first thought that came to my mind when I turned to page 38 of the February 2018 issue (46.5), which is the Gear Locker guide to $119 jeans and $220 shoes. I read POWDER for powder. I can open up a Macy’s catalog if I want to know what kind of skinny jeans I should tuck inside my boots. Maybe it’s a hidden puzzle called, “Who can find the real skier?” Dude No. 1: “I used to ski before I hurt my back. That’s why I stand with my hands on the back of my hips like this.” Dude No. 2: “I can’t figure out why my feet are getting wet in my waterproof, breathable, taped seam, anti-microbial boots.”…

This is not the first time Bebe Wood has appeared in a magazine. That came in 1950, when she was one of Sun Valley’s “ski bums” featured in LIFE magazine. She was 25 years old, living the dream now familiar to many generations of skiers: waiting tables by night and skiing by day. Today, Wood is 92 years old. The white-haired dynamo is mother of four, grandmother of 10, and great-grandmother of three. She hung up the skis about seven years ago, but she can’t stay away from the skiing life. So she volunteers at New Hampshire’s Ragged Mountain, where she was a ski instructor for about 40 years and the free learn-to-ski program is named after her. At Ragged, Wood spends her weekends greeting skiers as if they are…

The life, many near deaths, and rehabilitation of Alex Schlopy ALEX SCHLOPY STOOD ON A CLIFF. The edge was not an unfamiliar place for the professional skier. But this was different. He didn’t have skis on. Schlopy, then 24, was above a popular surf spot in Encinitas, California, where he was visiting with his family for his sister’s graduation from cosmetology school. It was well past midnight, and he was drunk and on his prescribed Xanax medication. Eighty feet below him, he heard waves crash, but couldn’t see the hard, sandy beach. He called a friend and told him he was going to jump to see if he should be alive. They were both sobbing. It had been a rough year for the slopestyle skier. He’d narrowly missed the Olympics,…