Digital Nomad Canada Ski Trip

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  Best of Ski Canada

  Two full weeks of world-class skiing may have spoiled me rotten, but I’m still enough of a discerning traveler to have picked my favorites. Bear in mind, Canada is ...

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  Digital Skiing

  “104 kilometers per hour? There’s no way that can be right.” My ski instructor was incredulous, shaking her head even after I showed her proof on the chairlift—with my ...

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  Skiing With Nancy

  Nancy isn’t just one of the best skiers in the world. She’s also a wonderfully patient teacher. Never mind the official suffixes that follow her name (OC, OBD, OD), or how she won a gold medal for ...

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  A Town Called Fernie

  Ski towns are like people—each one has its own personality. As I travel from one ski town to the next, I am amazed by the distinct differences from place to place. At the heart of each lies ...

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  Powder Pilgrims

  Matt tries to kill me before I’ve even digested my breakfast. Our first run of the day is a pole-gripping black diamond that drops through the trees and into a channel of menacing ...

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  Dogpowered

  Of all the many ways I’ve traveled in the world, dogsled is by far the most exuberant mode of transportation I have experienced. To have eight eager, happy dogs all yipping, yapping, and ...

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  Blowing Up Snow

  People say that I have a cool job, but I think I just found an even cooler one. Imagine going to work every day and blowing up gigantic snowdrifts—that’s pretty much a day in the life of ...

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  Corduroy

  The fate of snow lies in front of me. Feathery flakes blow all around us, but where they fall makes all the difference. The snow on my right will one day melt and flow ...

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  Remembering How to Ski

  Like I said, It’s been more than five years since I’ve skied. Riding the lift to the top of Mt. Standish at Sunshine Village, my feet cemented into a pair of boots and skis, I felt ...

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  Ice Climbing

  Once you fall, the fear of falling goes away. That’s what I learned halfway up a wall of dripping blue-white ice in Banff National Park. Or rather, I learned it halfway down, as my harness ...