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Powder January 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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English
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American Media Operations, Inc
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IN THIS ISSUE

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have you seen the light?

THE 40-FOOT SAILBOAT rocked gently back and forth on the ink-black waters off Vancouver Island, British Columbia. It was the last night of a 10-day trip up the remote Bute Inlet, where a crew of skiers and I had been using the boat as a base camp to access some very steep and inhospitable mountains. While the adventure level had been off the charts, the snow on the peaks had been ravaged by wind and freezing temperatures, resulting in some difficult skiing conditions. After sharing the close confines of the boat’s cabin for so many days and nights, it’s safe to say the five of us were sufficiently crispy. Yes, we were ready to go home. That night, we rolled out our sleeping bags on the boat deck to take advantage…

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posthole

GRIPING ABOUT GRIPERS I understand that The Jaded Local is satire, but month after month I read articles complaining about the growth of ski towns due to the influx of money from tourists. What is left out of this conversation is how the money that comes in supports the various industries in those towns which allow the locals to make a living working there. For example, the commission that is earned by the local real estate agent for the purchase of a “trophy” home. The tips that the local food service worker gets from the tourist at the restaurant. The hourly wage that the ski school worker receives from the parent who has their child in ski school so that they develop the same love of skiing that they have. And the…

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letter of the month

“EFF ’EM IF THEY CAN’T TAKE A JOKE!” I skied in jeans (“Forever in Blue Jeans,” 47.2) for almost 20 years and would take them to the local dry cleaners to have them soaked in an oil emulsion used for janitorial dust mops. They were waterproofed good for three days if you fell a lot (which I did until I figured out it was just surfing a really big wave that moved in geologic time), or good for a week to 10 days if you didn’t fall. Just air them out at night. I used Salomon binding covers as gaiters to keep them dry from the calf down. This allowed us to spend what money we had on better equipment back in the day (Olin MK III, PRE 205 slalom cuts, Salomon…

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the friend of the people

When I arrived in Lake Tahoe five years ago at age 30, I was seeking something…dare I say…professional? I lucked out with a job at Truckee’s indefatigable monthly newspaper, Moonshine Ink, where I wrote about powder pursuits and local issues. I was pleasantly surprised by how many locals looked to us for news. Nevertheless, an omnipresent struggle presented itself on how to relay to the public—especially the younger audience—the evergreen value of a newspaper against the quick-hit appeal of updates on a smartphone. Plus, the revenue challenges outside of that are enough to grind down even the sturdiest publication. How to keep ad money rolling with Craigslist, Facebook, and Google? How to stay timely for a monthly publication when the internet updates itself every few seconds? I don’t know if we figured out…

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love it or leave it

I was coasting along one powdery morning last winter, idly accepting my chairlift windburn, when I felt the familiar urge to rant. It was already noon and the high-alpine terrain remained closed. Fresh snow coated choice lines, but visibility was dodgy. With a cornice guarding most of the entries above tree line, I knew ski patrol couldn’t risk allowing a tourist to ski off it unintentionally and get hurt. Which meant all of us were relegated to tracked-out scraps below. The local sitting next to me lobbed the first grenade. “Fine day to not ski powder again,” he sniffed. I commiserated—and immediately felt better. Then, as is often the case, I felt worse, because my love for this place far outweighs my frustration. There are times to gripe, don’t get me wrong;…

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show don’t tell

Avalanche Canada issues avalanche forecasts for the largest single swath in the world—more than 155,000 square miles spanning from the U.S. border to the Yukon—the backbone of which is a stream of data from professionals at ski areas and guided operations. At the helm of the South Rockies field team, the only one in the region, is Jennifer Coulter, leader of the group that was created in 2009 after a series of heartbreaking avalanche accidents. Any given day in winter finds Coulter, an avalanche dog trainer and instructor coordinator with the Canadian Avalanche Rescue Dog Association, heading to different zones with her Belgian Malinois, named Pika, in tow. She spends her daylight hours ski touring or sledding to cover as much terrain as possible, digging snow profiles and making observations that she…

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