I made my first snowplow on the Rainbow Mountain rope tow. Luckily, Whistler and Blackcomb were waiting for me across the valley.
If I hadn't discovered the backcountry in high school, I probably wouldn't be skiing today.
I attempted my first 8000m peak when I was 24. That didn't go too well.
The longest ski I've had was a 10,000foot first descent in the Yukon. The roundtrip took us 35hrs non-stop.
I once spent a year wandering and skiing random peaks throughout the Himalaya. It's probably the coolest thing I've done.
You know a line is ultra-steep when . . . you can't eat because your jaw seizes from the tension.
I once traveled up the Amazon River to film a ski movie based on Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Skiing can't get much stranger than that.
My only ski advice worth listening to: get your kids to learn to ski without poles.
Nearing the steep summit of a 6000m peak in Northern Pakistan, I got caught in an avalanche with my skis attached to my pack. Don't ski by yourself . . . advice that is also worth listening too.
It's amazing how far you can travel under a full moon.
Despite being passed by in the book Fifty Classic Ski Descents of North America, the North Summit of Mount Waddington is the most classic descent in the Coast Range.
I'm constantly amazed by all the first descent possibilities so close to civilization.
Nothing compares to being at my cabin in the mountains and chopping wood for winter.
I once set out to climb and ski a 7000+m peak in India, with no idea where to go, how long it would take, or where the route was. With no porters or guides, 2 liters of water, 2 cans of tuna and 2 snickers bars, I had 48 hours of pure adventure.
The most magical thing I've seen happened while climbing this crevasse-ridden glacier in Peru, when the sun rose above the horizon and was pierced by lightning over the Amazon Jungle.