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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

T HANKING everyone I should be thanking is a daunting prospect. After twenty-plus years of trekking the globe with dozens of ski freaks, meeting hundreds more wherever I’ve touched down, and being helped daily in this ever-more-fractious quest by everyone from ski areas to tourist bureaus to people apologetically pointing guns in my face because, well, they were just doing their jobs, the task is clearly impossible. So I’ll just do what I can.

My mother, as you will read, sent—OK, forced—me to go skiing for the first time. The experience I had that day could have turned into a lifetime of resentment. Fortunately, it went the other way.

Merl, Rat, Cleary, Skihoe, DeCaen, Kalisz, Altec, and Motz were my high school ski buddies, meaning they most frequently formed the phalanx of frozen jeans, wine, and weed that was my alpine baptism. I met Mary Eberle, my first love, on a ski trip, and my best memories of our times together—whether the posh trappings of Aspen or sleeping in the snow at Tuckerman Ravine on Mt. Washington—revolve around skiing. My biology teacher, Roman Fedorowicz, ski-trip organizer and delinquent ski-team coach (tasks taken on, in true ski-bum fashion, solely to afford more skiing), influenced the course of my life in more ways than, in retrospect, even I am shocked to recall. Stephen “Merl” Connolly was the good friend and co-conspirator in pretty much everything of consequence—from art to music, rock-climbing, streaking, and various other forms of subversion—that I launched into the ski abyss with. In Waterloo, Christopher J. Hart, who otherwise supervised my lab work in an aquatic entomology course, opened the doors of perception when he introduced me to telemarking.

Stuck knee-deep now, I’ll cover the rest in categories. These are people I’ve benefited from knowing or traveling with, or who have delivered me of something important— whether insight, influence, understanding, admiration, or a simple laugh in the snow. There will be many oversights for which I pre-beg forgiveness.

Jackals, powderhounds, athletes: Mark Abma, J.P. Auclair, Jenn Berg, Micah Black, El Fucking Bobby, Rob Boyd, Darian Boyle, Wendy Brookbank, Sarah Burke, Greg Campbell, Sammy Carlson, Danny Caruso, Johnny “Foon” Chilton, “Sergeant” Jim Conway, Chris Davenport, Claudio y Orlando Dias, Vinnie Dorion, Mike Douglas, Simon Dumont, Chris Eby, John Falkiner, Wendy Fisher, Dana Flahr, Alison Gannet, Sebastian Garhammer, Shane Gould, Tanner Hall, Hugo Harrisson, Mike Hattrup, Drew Heatherington, Chad Hendron, “Coloro” Herman, Jeff Holden, J.T. Holmes, Per Huss, Troy Jungen, Craig Kelly, Lisa Korthals, Steve Kuijt, Joseph P. Lammers III, Jon Larsson, Pierre-Yves LeBlanc, Ricky Lewon, Kristen Lignel, Sverre Lillequist, Noel Lyons, Ian McIntosh, Charlotte Moats, Brant Moles, Steve Mooz, Ian Morrison, Seth Morrison, El Punto Negro, Shawn “Smiley” Nesbitt, Jeremy Nobis, Paul Parker, Lee Ann Patterson, Eric Pehota, Gordy Peifer, Dominique Perret, Kye Petersen, Bryce Philips, Les Trois Philippes, Kina Pickett, Glen Plake, Philou Poirier, Kasha Rigby, Carla Rizutto, Chris Rubens, Joe “The Dog” Sagona, Frank Salter, Chad Sayers, T.J. Schiller, Richie Schley, Scott Schmidt, John Smart, Ptor Spricenieks, Shane Szocs, Johnny Thrash, Dan Treadway, Kristen Ulmer, Rex Wehrman, Karin Wein-berger, Henrik Windstedt, Chris Winter, Saifon Woozley, Eduardo Chichero Xaffon, Kaj Zachrisson. Special nods to the departed: Alan Bard, Matt Brakel, Brett Carlson, Doug Coombs, C.R. Johnson, Shane McConkey, Trevor Petersen, Hans Sari, and Dave Sheets.

Prima donnas, photographers, cinematographers: Kevin “Feet” Banks, the late Dick Barrymore, Christian Begin, Eric Berger, Hide Chiyasu, Lee Cohen, Damian Cromwell, Hank deVre, Mattias Fredriksson, Scott Gaffney, Henry Georgi, Bill Heath, Dave Heath, Ilja Herb, Bryn Hughes, Blake Jorgenson, Ace Kvale, Dustin Lindgren, Therese Lundgren, Ace MacKay-Smith, Scott Markewitz, Wade McCoy, Flip McCririck, Paul Morrison, Pat Morrow, Ben Mullin, Nate Nash, Nolen Oayda, Steve Ogle, Christian Pondella, Bruce Rowles, Magali Roy, Mark Shapiro, the late Carl Skoog, Beat Steiner, Greg Stump, Travis Tetreault, Murray Wais.

Bullies, editors, writers: Mike Berard, Bruno Bertrand, Tom Bie, Fredrik Boberg, Jake Bogoch, John Bresee, Kevin Brooker, Keith Carlsen, Steve Casimiro, Robert Choquette, John Crawford-Currie, Bruce Edgerly, Colin Field, Porter Fox, David Goodman, Bill Kerig, Tove Lillequist, James Little, Ian Macmillan, G.D. Maxwell, Steve Metcalf, Sam Moulton, Jules Older, Hiroshi Owada, David Reddick, Lisa Richardson, Ben Sadavoy, Mitchell Scott, Rob Story, Derek Taylor, Steven Threndyle. Westwood Creative Artists and Nancy Flight at Greystone Books fastened wheels of one form or another to this chattering vehicle; my editor, Lucy Kenward, deserves huge thanks for engineering its currently sleeker lines and driving so adeptly.

Criminals, madmen, visionaries: Ken Achenbach, Christian Begin, Alan Bard and Tom Carter, Team Clambin, Giorgio Daidola, Marc Deschamps, Mike Douglas, Lhotse Hawk, Geny Hess, Jill and Pete, Carole and Brad Karafil, Dolores LaChapelle, Pelle Lang, Pete “Swede” Mattson, the late Shane McConkey, Dan McDonald, Dave and Jake Moe, Glenn Noel, Dave and Doug Perry, Trevor Petersen and Eric Pehota, Glen Plake, Greg Stump.

Crystal balls, blueprints, films: Ski the Outer Limits (Roger Brown and Barry Corbet, 1968), Winter Equinox (Bill Burks, 1974), Blizzard of Aahhhs (Greg Stump, 1988), Loco Motion (Christian Begin, 1995), and the collective works of Matchstick Productions (MSP), Teton Gravity Research (TGR), Poor Boyz Productions (PBP), and Free Radicals.

Tabloids, employers, magazines: bits, bites, and a few choking mouthfuls of dozens of articles, essays, and columns have been liberally sprinkled, repurposed, and undergone DNA-like recombination in the service of weaving this romp through modern global ski culture. These originally appeared, among other places, in Åka Skidor, explore, powder, Ski Canada, skier, and Skiing.

Friends, family, lifesavers: As usual, thanks are due Mary and the girls at Starbucks Creekside, as well as those who kept my head and health above water during the dark and trying winter of 2008–09. I owe you all so much: Jake Bogoch, Caroline Carnerie, Caroline Cossette, Mike Douglas, Lina Edvinsson, Caleigh Garland, Myles Emily Garland, Aki Kaltenbach, Stephen Madigan, Julia “Gabe” McCabe, Paul and Gail Morrison, “Agedashi Tofu” Mullin, Lisa Richardson, Kristen Rust, Grant Stoddard, Elin Sylvan, and, most fondly, “Coach” Laura Robson.

And finally, props to the fortuitous merger of plate tectonics, gravity, and atmospheric chaos that forms the happy template for this collective madness. That means you, too, Ullr. I know you’re struggling hard with climate change and all, but thanks for the continued magic of snow, whenever and wherever you deliver. Nothing can compare.

Nothing.