Fashion and function are awkward bedfellows when it comes to skiing and snowboarding. Some say that style trumps all – these folks can be seen at nearly any aprés spot, prominently displaying their brand name, slope-chic couture. Others claim that function is what matters, as evidenced by their devotion to cheap hardware store work gloves and the duct tape patches on their Gore-Tex. So which group is right? Style or substance? Fashion or function? Being seen, or being seen skiing? Colorado Ski Country USA’s Mountain Correspondent hit the slopes to find out…
Ski season’s in full swing in Colorado Ski Country USA. Yes, we had a slow start, but it’s really turning around; every single one of our resorts and ski areas got dumped on at some point over the past week. That’s huge! In my neck of the wods, it loked like it was snowing potato chips at one point. And while it’s NOT Colorado’s first snow, I think that the calming melodies of the good Hank Williams Sr. sum this up:
And while there’s been plenty of snow falling, there’s been something else falling on the slopes in Colorado: us. Falling is part of skiing, and while the twitter-verse and face-spaces are full of photos of all the glorious powder falling in Colorado, I thought I’d change it up a bit with some photos of crashes. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you: Augerfest, February 2013. Enjoy!
One of the most amazing winter carnivals, hands-down, no-doubt, bet-your-season-pass is Steamboat Springs’ Winter Carnival. It’s coming up Feb 6-10. Do. Not. Miss. It. And when you get there, be sure to put on some warm socks, fill a thermos with some piping hot <ahem> cocoa, and head out for a night at the signature event, the Night Extravaganza.
Parking in Colorado has its risks, as this poor damsel in distress recently realized after leaving her car unattended for a day a Durango Mountain Resort lot. The resort is reporting a whopping 22 inches in the last 48 hours. I believe it:
As Mountain Correspondent, I’ve had the chance to ski bumps with world-renowned mogul experts, I’ve gotten to ski with rented children, and I’ve gotten to ski with fire. But skiing with antique rifles? Well, this was something I hadn’t done, and I had to check it out.
The Event is called the “International Black Powder Biathlon”. It started in 1974 when a fella named Gilbert and some buddies were sharing a round of cold ones in a Steamboat Springs bar during cold winter day. It seems talk turned to shooting black powder rifles, something the group enjoyed doing. Not having a range or any reason to go shooting in the winter months, and with the famous Steamboat Winter Carnival just around the corner, Gilbert decided he and his black powder enthusiast buddies needed an event to call their own. Blammo! The International Black Powder Biathlon is born.
The International Biathlon may be the Winter Carnival’s most unlikely spectator event. But watching a bunch of well-armed, leather-clad yahoos race around town on rickety skis all the while shooting up a storm does have a certain appeal. They even shoot off a canon to start the race! I haven’t taken up the hobby of black powder shooting, but I’m glad it’s alive and well in Colorado.
Steamboat’s Winter Carnival is celebrating a BIG anniversary this year. It’s sure to be a great time, get more info here. I’ll see you there this year, at the International Biathlon, in my ‘coon-skin cap.
Few towns are as snow-crazy as Steamboat Springs, CO. I knew this before heading up to the Winter Carnival last year, but I had NO IDEA to the degree this town loves its snow. Skiing is like a religion here, one which it indoctrinated its kids annually. The chosen method of indoctrination? Winter Carnival SkiJoring.
We’ve all heard about Steamboat’s champagne powder that helped make Steamboat famous, but you can’t always get a powder day, so what do you do if the snow’s a couple days old? You head for the trees, preferably with a local guide.
I met up with Steamboat PR-ninja and Steamboat Springs local Loryn Kasten for a jaunt in to the threes in search of leftover powder scraps, and to see if these trees are all they’re cracked up to be. Guess what? They’re all they’re cracked up to be:
Steamboat locals name the tree runs after the time in which they’re best to ski, or at least that’s what I was told. The little section we were skiing was nestled between the 2 o’clock and 3 o’clock trees. So it’s called two-thirty trees. Makes sense to me. The trees here are almost perfectly spaced. Entries and exits are just tricky enough to find that it keeps the snow fresh and hides the goods for those who are willing to poke around to find it.
Loryn and I spun a few laps before it was time for her to go be a PR person, and for me to go play with guns. If you haven’t been to steamboat, get here. We’ll see you on the slopes, I’ll know where to find you at 2:30…