By Keith Liggett The first day of skiing brings a familiarity, a comfort. Warren Miller said when you slide off […]

The sun set was more like a dimming that a sunset. As the light diminished, snow began to fall. Light at first, then heavy. Sort of a, “Watch this”.

I woke yesterday and watched the sun crest the ridge blood red. Fresh blood red. So dimmed by the smoke of the fires, I could look directly at the rising orb.

The snow’s soft. The sun’s out. And the days are longer than six hours. Amazing! We hit the hill late, […]

For Warren and all those riding in on the shaft, skiing was never an industry.
Skiing was a passion.

Options like FAR, and the host of other daily activities that we take for granted are the reason we have the vibrant life here.

For the first time in years, I missed opening day. This year, I simply wasn’t in a hurry to ski the early season snowpack.

There’s lots of snow up high–over a metre. Go high and go safely. There’s already been one avi death in Montana. We have had our share in the last few years. Let’s not add to them.

There is a sadness in all of us. The sadness will not go away with time. Nor should it.

There are days you stop and say to yourself, “I live here!” Simply stop, dead still. At the end of […]

Heiko picked up the old school building with the idea of turning it into high-end condos.

Opening day at the ski hill is kind of like a blind date arranged by a cousin.