“There it is!” Jen’s voice rang across the cirque as the mid-morning sun slithered striped shadows across the north-facing slopes we planned to ski. She pointed, I gawked. We needed to hustle: we still had a good distance to climb…
It’s early, but I can’t go back to sleep: the snowplows beeping outside tell me it’s time to move the van and drive to the trailhead. The last two months of winter van life have been as variable as the…
Adventure often begins where the resort’s highest lift ends. Vanlifing through California, Nevada, and Colorado in early season conditions, the Boundary Line pants facilitated every powdery, icy, slushy snow interaction in my westerly migration of December 2019. Early season snowpack…
The fire crackles awake in the wood stove as ski boots shuffle across the aged wood floor. We pack our bags quietly as coffee brews in the pre-dawn hours. This story repeats itself time and time again every winter: put…