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Powder February 2019

You never know when the next perfect powder day will come, so until then, pick up Powder Magazine for your ski runs. From dissecting the steepest, most technical first descents, to lofting big air, Powder transports you with award-winning photography and engaging articles that will take you to the top of the mountain.

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the womb of winter

THE SNOW FLOATED DOWN like billions of fat chicken feathers. The flakes were so thick and plentiful that we just stood there with our mouths agape and arms outstretched, cackling like hyenas as the snow stacked up on our hats, shoulders, and backpacks. When I dropped in for my first turn down a steep chute a stone’s throw from a yurt on the west side of the Tetons, I went completely under. Knees, waist, face, hat—totally gone. I could feel myself moving downhill and forward, more or less upright, but my skis had almost become useless. Same with my arms and poles. The only thing left to do was half ski/half swim like a wild animal until I could get my head above the snow for a gulp of air…

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LOL I just read “Pro Models for the Rest of Us” (47.3) by Sierra Shafer. The first set of skis, SHRPShooter DSLR 7D, had me confused. While reading the second “review” of the Road Soda 3.2, the light came on. By the time I finished the article, I was laughing. But every now and again somebody will say something about politics and my eyes glaze over. Humor good, politics bad. DONNIE STEVENSON Via powder@powder.com What if it’s political humor, like the worst ski of all time, called the ORNGMenace, which is built with xenophobic fibers, a shape that destroys the earth, and only performs for cucks in the Caucasus? —Ed. SPEAKING OF WHICH The article on Alex Schlopy was great to see (“Spot Your Landing” 47.3). Skiing has nothing to do with drinking and doing drugs,…

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letter of the month

PARENTHOOD I’m sure many of us can relate to the article in the November issue (47.3) written by Kimberly Beekman (“What to Expect When You’re Expecting a Skier”). My wife and I tried our best to turn our daughter into a Skier, as opposed to a person who skis. For the most part, I would say we succeeded, but not in the traditional sense. There were years of lessons in the morning, then skiing together afterward, and gallons upon gallons of hot chocolate as an enticement for “just a couple more runs.” When she was in high school, I suffered both the humiliation and the pride when running into her friends on the slopes and hearing her softly spoken remark, “Oh, don’t worry about him, he’ll keep up.” There were the years…

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During a snowy morning at Big Sky, Montana, photographer Greg Von Doersten paused to reflect on the work being done by ski patrollers behind the scenes. “Whether it’s expedition, resort, or backcountry skiing, so much goes into the actual effort of skiing that goes unnoticed,” says Von Doersten. Standing outside the foggy window of the Lone Peak Patrol shack at 11,166 feet, he was able to capture a moment of preparing the mountain to open. “I love the reflectivity of glass and the ability to shoot two scenes in one frame,” says Von Doersten. “By getting close to the window, another story unfolds in two dimensions.”…

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foreplay for powder turns

Katie was pulling slots before 7 a.m. in Anaconda, Montana, coffee in one hand, coins in the other. Partway between Bozeman and Seattle, we were on a mission to hit as many mountains as we could before she had to be back at work in Boston the next Monday. It was a grind, but apparently not enough to avoid pre-breakfast gambling. Two hours later, we were booting up in the Discovery Basin parking lot. We went straight to the backside and dropped into the steep, snowy glades of the Fingers. The run was empty, save for a couple of retirees with streamers attached to their helmets, chortling through their pow turns. That had been the real gamble, dipping off I-90 to explore a dinky mountain we didn’t know much about. It paid…

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you don’t have to drink to ski

IN 2007, I CAME HOME from Iraq after my last year in the U.S. Army. What followed was four years of rivers of booze and mountains of cocaine while trying to live a ‘normal’ life. At the two-year mark of being home, I started rock climbing. That gave me my first sense of something I could live for beyond mere survival. When I was outside, my nervous system calmed down and I had a new mission. I spent the next couple years climbing and snowboarding. But after every good thing I did in the mountains, I went straight for the bottle. It was entirely too convenient—beer and weed were everywhere and heavily encouraged. After every beautiful thing I found outside, I’d come home and drown out the good just as…