The most frightening episode of our trip to Whistler occurred at the top of the Harmony Express, way above treeline, at Whistler’s peak. You couldn’t see a fucking thing. It’s what’s commonly known as a whiteout.  Where the sky blends with the snow.  And there’s no vegetation, no trees to provide a point of reference.  […]

Richard told me Tony had his liver removed.  But that he sent him a note and Tony told him he was just fine. His LIVER?  That’s a serious organ.  You need that one.  I mean you can get a transplant, but isn’t there a waiting list?  How could Tony say he was fine? Well, maybe […]

In the middle of Felice’s deliberations on what skis to buy, the phone rang. Felice had been weighing this decision for six weeks, it still wasn’t clear, whether to buy the Dynastars or the Volkls.  Billy, the salesman at Gorsuch, was imparting pearls of wisdom, having to do with flex, snow conditions and aging. The […]

It was minus ten at the top of Avanti. In January 1964, not long after the Beatles broke, Mr. Conley showed a promotional movie about Mt. Snow to our sixth grade class.  Looking for more dramatic skiing than Bobby Hickey’s backyard, wanting to swim in the outdoor pool, I implored my parents to take us.  […]