And then it snowed 24cms and we forgot about spring and skied powder…

That is why we need to slow things down, sit back and look at the future. To take in the view and decide what we want for our community going forward.

The industrial rape and pillage lies on the right-hand side of the river.

This is the music of my youth. In a rail park that last year played rap. The Deer is slow, but the ride was just right.

In my youth, Christmas arrived by train. With days in the 70’s (mid 20’s C), and the only sign of Christmas being the shop decorations, there was no snow heralding the season.

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.