The lights of the Castle Mountain Hostel, though blurry thanks to my tenth Coors Light, are a welcomed sight to weary eyes. We have arrived. Our crew is happy to have passed through a scattered series of squalls on the way here. It's...

The cat track from Spanky’s Ladder is a lonely place for a man with no wax or edges. So I passed the time designing a five year plan that would ultimately convert my English Degree into millions of dollars worth of revenue. It was a good...

When you lose someone close to you, there’s only a few ways that you can keep your memories of that person from fading into the recesses of your mind. As time works away at the fleeting moments that you’ve stored from the past, you begin to...

I can’t butter rails. I can’t spin switch nines (or sevens or fives). For fear of icy landings, I usually go around the Terrain Park at the end of the day. But even though the snowsports section of the Voleurz’ new release Yes No Maybe was...

For fear of jinxing a good thing, I hesitate to put certain claims into print. To declare in November that this is going to be the “best season ever” seems to invite some sort of catastrophic rain event. So to accommodate my superstitious...

Since I’m a ski-touring hippy, my frequent indulgence in one of my associated stereotypes made me forget to mention that my last article on backcountry snowboarding was limited to non-motorized options. I hope I was at least able to make it...

We showed up at Lake Lousie on Saturday expecting to run the gauntlet on the Wiwaxy 500. Our boards were waxed, our edges were sharpened and we each had a few sticks of Juicy Fruit.But when we arrived, the early morning sun shone on a...

I've seen it happen a million times. You get a few pow days at the resort and you see how good it feels to move your board through something softer than the terrain park. You've got <i>Mad Pow Disease</i> and all you want to do is slash...