Dear Turns All Year, We need to talk. After nearly nine years together, I think it’s time we take a break. It’s not you, it’s me. I just feel like we want different things… You know what, I can’t lie to you. After 107 months together (not that I’m obsessively...
This is what it looks like to participate in turns all year for 8 years (96 months)… My phone is tucked safely beneath the tulle of my tutu’s waistband. I’m climbing up the Muir Snowfield with skis and skins on my feet, enjoying the sunny skies and...
When I started my Turns All Year journey, I never imagined I would make it to Month 100. What an obscure and meaningless and ridiculous pursuit this is. And yet, here I am. I’m happy to have reached this milestone, and happier in general because of the...
After skiing every month for the last 98 months in a row, I faced an all-new challenge for month 99. Powder Panic. ‘Powder Panic’: a collective flocking of snow-deprived skiers to the local hills in a volume so great that it completely overwhelms and...
After an exciting start to the regular, lift-accessed ski season (wherein I nearly missed month 97 because of a clerical error), I enjoyed six glorious days of uphill and downhill skiing in December. Beginning December 14, I had one day in bounds, one day sidecountry,...
Dodging roots and rocks is par for the course, but I don’t expect to contend with flying limbs and uncontrolled metal to boot. I grew up in Montana, where there’s only seven people per square mile. Learning to ski in big sky country meant lots of open space to slide...
