2018 Editor’s Choice Women’s Ski Gear Guide
The temps are dropping here in the mountains of California. As I sit here sipping my tea I am fantasizing about the powder days to come. It’s been a while since these mountains have been dressed in white, the way I prefer them. Being outside, amongst trees with heavy branches confined by the piles of snow weighing them down, in search of the perfect turn, is my happiest place. I find some of my most fruitful relationships have been created with the shared passion for time spent in the mountains. With skis on our feet, out the back door, we have a seemingly endless playground. The thought of perfect powder beckons the child within. Never have I been so excited than on a powder day...
