There’s something magical about trees after a walloping winter storm. Draped in thick coats of fresh powder, their branches delicately shouldering the weight, these centuries-old specimens stand as beacons of grittiness and survival, defiantly rooted in place winter after harsh winter. Snow transforms their appearance...
It’s late July, and a tan Cody Townsend takes a sip from a Yeti mug. It couldn’t be further from midwinter, and the nearest skiable patch of snow is hours away, but sitting outside Sugar Pine Cakery on Tahoe’s North Shore, the professional skier from...
When Orland Bartholomew pushed off his rake-handle ski poles and began shuffling his hickory skis north toward the jagged peaks beyond Cottonwood Pass, the magnitude of the journey ahead must have been overwhelming....
In the early 1990s, acclaimed cinematographer and former pro skier Tom Day found himself captivated by the brimming talent of a young snowboarder named Noah Salasnek. But it was a seemingly benign aspect of his riding that clued Day into his elite abilities....
Bob Howard had been benched. Again. For five games in a row, the college football coach had stared hard at the lanky running back from Hug High School and jerked a thumb at the sidelines. What am I doing here? Howard thought, pacing down Mendocino...
Those who experienced Tahoe’s 2018-19 winter will not soon forget it. After a modest start, Old Man Winter socked the Tahoe region with one powdery storm after another in January and February, blanketing the mountains in a thick coat of white and treating skiers and...
Fate led the Truckee-based photographer to his profession, which now involves working with the most talented skiers and snowboarders on earth How Court Leve, an art history major from the Midwest, ended up an elite ski and snowboard photographer is pure serendipity. “It was meant to...
What I remember most about that hike near Carson Pass is not the tinseled sparkle of snowmelt streams or the icy dip in a mountain lake. It is what I found growing on a swale of granite that appeared to hold a thimble of soil:...
Lake Tahoe was looking more like an ocean. Mid-May, an inevitable late-season system was about to hit the Sierra Nevada. Temperatures plummeted below freezing. Westerly winds blew dark, fast-moving clouds across the sea-foam green water. The waves had white caps....
The Angel of Tahoe is seated on her sofa with the mid-morning light streaming through a window that looks out to the greening fairways of Edgewood Tahoe Golf Course. Beyond them, the snow-clad slopes of Heavenly rise to the sky. Slowly, she begins to tell...