August, and a boy’s fancy turns to…

All this talk about Bear Creek and skiing has got my snow jones going.

It’s mid winter in Chile right now. Specifically, in Portillo where I visited once as the presenter for Mountainfilm On Tour.

The irresistible pull of fire

We woke up Thursday morning to the bang of thunder.

It was that kind of shock-wave crack that commands your full attention. Not a distant rumble, the lightning had obviously found ground close by.

Pacing oneself from beginning to end

Gone are the days when I could go flat-out in the mountains for hours at a time, and have enough left in the tank to go hard again the next day. Back then pacing yourself was for the old and the less-than-fit. Nowadays, pacing is my god.

Debunking a Pie-in-the-sky Eurovision

Josh Geetter’s Alps-inspired vision for the future of skiing in the western San Juans (Watch Commentary July 29) was a seductive read. Seductive because anyone who has skied the big, interconnected resorts in Europe can’t help but have fond memories.