Category Columns

Charles Bird Vaughan, Jr. was born in Ridgewood, N.J. When Vaughan was three years old his family moved to Manchester, Vermont, where his parents became owners of The Red Doors Inn. Vaughan began his skiing career at Bromley Mountain, in… Continue Reading →

Last weekend the Stowe Derby marked 80 years since its founding. It’s a pretty unique ski race since it combines cross country and downhill skiing in one race, and on one pair of skis! This combination of skills is what… Continue Reading →

For the past couple of columns I’ve been writing then-versus-now comparisons of learning to ski. First, it’s being able to make parallel turns, then second it’s learning to ski moguls. This week it’s the challenge of skiing powder! Wait a… Continue Reading →

Last week I covered what I believe is the first step to a life “hooked on skiing” and that was the parallel turn. While I don’t remember the exact date, I do remember where I was the day something clicked… Continue Reading →

How did you learn to ski? For many of us skiing is a life sport. That is, one that can be enjoyed throughout your life. This column celebrates those who continue skiing into their 70s, 80s, and 90s! However to… Continue Reading →

Last week marked the 50th anniversary of when the Stowe Winter Carnival was “resurrected!” While Stowe had a Winter Carnival as far back as 1921, in 1975 Stowe hadn’t had a Winter Carnival for quite a few years. Enter Gar… Continue Reading →

I can remember where I was the first time I got frostbite skiing. I don’t remember the exact date, but it had to be in January 1969. On one of those frigid subzero days we were lucky enough to get… Continue Reading →

Last week’s weather resulted in three consecutive days of lifts on wind-hold and provided a great set-up for this week’s column. Over the next couple of columns, I’m going to compare the challenges of skiing in frigid weather in the… Continue Reading →

 Aspen’s skiing history began long before there were any lifts. In the late 1800s, immigrant Norwegians came to work in the silver mines and brought their skis along with them. After working in the mines on winter days, they would… Continue Reading →

There was an old joke that went something like this: A skier passed away and was awaiting St. Peter’s approval to get into heaven when he spotted what looked like Stein Eriksen carving beautiful arcs on the side of a… Continue Reading →