It feels weird to write about snow when I’m currently sipping POG juice on my lanai at the Fairmont Orchid in Hawaii, but California and Colorado are having such record-breaking snow seasons that I’d be a terrible travel writer and blogger if I didn’t urge you to take advantage of a spring ski holiday one last time before you pack up your gear for the summer, as I already have.
While lately SVV and I have been more drawn to the (single) blacks at the ski resorts around Tahoe, we found ourselves obsessed with the blue runs on the frontside of Keystone Mountain—particularly the Frenchman and the Flying Dutchman—and actually rarely ventured far from them, even with Keystone’s 135 trails. (What can I say? I love me some Europeans.)
Both runs, along with another Euro favorite, the Wild Irishman, are extremely wide groomers: steep and mildly challenging in spots, yet vast and blissfully empty. Since he’s hogged the GoPro much of the ski season, I attached the little fish eye camera to my pole for a few runs to give you a skier’s perspective of downhill skiing for a change.
It wasn’t easy: The camera, when strapped to my ski pole with Gaffer’s tape, was extremely heavy (see 1:12), and I had to stop periodically to switch hands and shake the pain out of my wrist. (The sacrifices we make for good TV.) But hey, I learned something: I’m better at tearing down a mountain without poles than I would have thought!