Drift ice, from the air

Any idea where, between Chicago and Long Island, this is? It looked like the strip to the north was snow-covered land, but an ice floe in a lake? I could imagine hopping from one bobbing chunk to another, the water sloshing over the edges and threatening the tips of my boots; or sitting cross-legged and… Continue reading Drift ice, from the air

Hello pow pow.

That’s right, sitting atop a mountain is baller. Or, more accurately, I was still struggling to breathe after falling off the T-bar and hiking a good 50 meters up an icy incline to the peak [those things are hazardous for snowboarders!]. But check out the spectacular view and sweet bowl MW and I are about… Continue reading Hello pow pow.

To the mountains!

So my geography is a little off — that’s the Alps in Switzerland, not the Rockies in the U.S. — but it seemed a fittingly majestic mountaintop view. We’re heading to Breckenridge for the weekend for my first taste of “real” powder and a crash course snowboarding in it, with the luxury of a ski-in-ski-out… Continue reading To the mountains!