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Powder November 2018

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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American Media Operations, Inc
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IN THIS ISSUE

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the hollywood line

THE FALL LINE DROPS AWAY STEEPLY, at least 40 degrees at the crux. The top of the north-facing chute is full of bumps before it narrows into an hourglass-shaped couloir littered with rocks and stumps that don’t quite get covered up until late January. But none of those things really matter. What matters is that the run is directly beneath the chairlift. You can pretend not to care that everyone is watching. You’re cool like that. But there’s a reason you make those turns extra sharp as you center punch the choke as fast as you can, screaming out into the fan at the bottom as the hoots and hollers rain down from the chairlift above. In the world of skiing, we tend to glorify far-flung places that exist primarily in…

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posthole

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, but I couldn’t find a…

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letter of the month

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.” Dude No. 3: “It’s…

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no lifeguard on duty

It starts with an itch. You may feel a general sense of unease accompanied by a sore throat, wooziness, or headache. You scratch, only to discover a bumpy, red rash has developed under your armpits, around your belly button, and in areas typically hidden by your swimsuit. There’s no denying you’ve been infected. The diagnosis? Hot tub folliculitis, a particularly hard-to-kill type of bacteria that flourishes in warm, wet areas. While hot tub rash can’t exactly be traced back to skiing, it’s highly likely when you consider skiers have been seeking out new and creative ways to soak their bones in hot water for thousands of years. The first mention of the Japanese onsen dates as far back as 759 AD, where it was believed that elder bathers infused their wisdom into…

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what to expect when you’re expecting a skier

“When it came to parenting, I felt equipped to handle many difficult scenarios—“Mom, I’m a pyromaniac,”“Mom, I’m a vegetarian,” “Mom, I hate Bruce Springsteen”—but the one I was utterly unprepared for was exactly what I got: “Mom, I am not a skier.” Somewhere along the way, John Irving got ahold of the plot line for my life. My plan was to move to a ski town, get married, buy a car that made both left and right turns, and spend my middle age proudly molding my rough-and-tumble tomcat kids into little rippers. Then something happened. Well, a lot happened. Instead of having the two kids, I got Cate, who deemed the neighborhood playground slide to be “not a good idea” after careful investigation. And instead of a quirky but happy marriage that…

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don’t change a thing

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 old friends,…

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