Peter Shelton

What Would Leonardo Think?

Posted in Ski evolution, Watch columns by pshelton on March 31, 2011

When the helicopter comes in to pick you up, it’s like a tornado arriving from across the snow. Or a mega-mutant, angry bee. (more…)

As the (Ski Racing) World Turns

Posted in Ski evolution, Ski history, Watch columns by pshelton on March 25, 2011

Lindsey Vonn said she was “devastated” by the cancellation of the last race at the World Cup Finals in Lenzerheide, Switzerland on Saturday.

It was perhaps an unfortunate word choice given the literal devastation suffered in Japan just a few days previous. (more…)

Bring Your Grandbaby to Work

Posted in Confessions of a Grandpa, Watch columns by pshelton on March 20, 2011

Here’s a column I wrote for Nurture, a new monthly supplement to The Watch newspaper.

I’ve got to be one of the luckiest grandpas around. Anyone who becomes a grandparent has been given a great gift, but I’m extra lucky, because I get to go to work nine-to-five with my newest grandson, Boden. (more…)

Great Movies You’ll Never See: Alamar

Posted in At the Movies, Watch columns by pshelton on March 19, 2011

Jorge and Roberta met and fell in love in his native Mexico. They were both young. She was Italian. We don’t know why she was in Mexico – maybe as a student, maybe to work in the Caribbean beach towns of the Yucatan. His Indian blood showed in his mahogany skin and salt-bleached wavy dark hair swirling around his face and bare shoulders.

They had a son, Nathan, a dark-eyed angel. (more…)

Guilty of What Exactly?

Posted in Gas Pains, Watch columns by pshelton on March 12, 2011

So, Tim DeChristopher was found guilty last week of disrupting an oil and gas lease auction in Salt Lake City. (more…)

Tears In The Snow

Posted in Ski history, Watch columns by pshelton on March 3, 2011

Arnie Wilson looked up and saw the love of his life, Lucy Dicker, sliding down the couloir toward him.

She rag-dolled into the rocks where the chute made a dogleg right but kept on sliding and tumbling until she was almost upon him. Without thinking, Arnie dove at Lucy in what he described in his book Tears In The Snow as “a rugby tackle.” Somehow he held on, and the two of them careened another thousand feet down the slope.

Lucy’s skis were gone; Arnie’s were soon ripped away, too. Bumps tossed them into the air together. Glacier ice tore through Arnie’s ski jacket and stripped the flesh from his arm. A final jolt flung them apart despite Arnie’s desperate grip.

When they had stopped sliding, Arnie scrambled to Lucy’s side. She appeared to be staring at him but didn’t respond to his entreaties. And then he saw the blood bubbling out of her left ear. (more…)