Jeff is a sucker for a sunroof. The rule is, anywhere we are in the world, if we’re in the mountains, and the vehicle has a sunroof, I’m driving. I never have to worry about him texting and driving. The screen doesn’t hold much sway. But the view through the sunroof of the[...]
“No big deal. It’ll be a cruisy walk.” It may have already been past five in the afternoon, but above the arctic circle in Norway, in mid-May, we had plenty of daylight. And, apparently, plenty of confidence as we assessed our objective. The ski hill in Narvik had officially closed a couple weeks[...]
“You just don’t understand what it’s like to be a snowboarder.” It was the mid 90s, at the height of snowboarding’s newfound popularity, and Rudi had heard this sort of thing from enough guests to take it as an invitation. The young sales associate at Monod Sports in Banff did not see him[...]
“Why are we doing this?!” Jeff and I were sitting on some rocks just off the trail, quietly munching on snacks, when we heard it. We could just see her through the trees, but she hadn’t yet seen us. She was standing with her hands dangling, breathing hard, head back, shouting at the[...]
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