Ski resorts like Snow King and Grand Targhee say they need to grow to survive. Locals and conservationists aren’t so sure.

Things didn't go exactly as we wanted, but we learned a lot about perseverance, reward, and how to adapt in the moment.

Backcountry skiing with my mom helped me build confidence in the mountains.

Skiing in the Alps may seem high-end, but it doesn’t have to break the bank. Here’s how we did it.

When an all women’s group of 20 somethings seeks backcountry snow in an unlikely spot—the big mountain lines of Moab’s La Sals—they discover that sometimes being awesome just takes a little bit of encouragement (and a healthy dose of playful sarcasm).

A look back at the Army’s most famous group of soldiers.

A hut trip in the States usually involves carrying in all your food, packing out your trash and going through your morning routine in a chilly wooden outhouse. The Alps are a different story.

Andrew Muse decided to start living life on wheels on a whim. It turned into a career. 

Completely incapacitated for months, the mountains that she held so dear were ripped away from her and replaced with long days inside with nothing to pass the time.

At 18,491 feet, Pico de Orizaba is the tallest peak in Mexico and third highest in North America. Last November my friends Nora, Tom, Max, Elliot, Aidan, and I joined forces south of the border with hopes of skiing some Thanksgiving corn up high.

Italy’s Ortler Route is a secret that’s too good not to share.

“Mom, I only want to ski half-day. I don’t like skiing full-day.”

Backcountry skiing is our Mothers’ Day tradition—regardless of where the snow line might be.