Author: Alex Lee

The Road to Race Day

I moved to Colorado in 2010. I was invincible, as all boys in their 20s are. When a friend asked if I would do the Grand Traverse with him, I said sure without having any real sense of what I’d signed up for. K2 Coombacks and a 4-buckle boot worked great skiing couloirs in Rocky Mountain National Park, so I figured they’d surely be fine… I left Crested Butte a ski mountaineer, 40 miles later I skied into Aspen a rando racer.  Man did it hurt, but I was hooked. Skis got smaller, boots got lighter, eventually I found myself in spandex.

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The AK El Niño

A couple weeks back I wore running shoes on Chugach trails, went ice skating, and ignored the broken snow blower in my garage. It was, up to then, a relatively dry fall in the Chugach. 

Then it dumped three feet of snow in 36 hours. 

El Niño

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Rock Skis

It smells like snow and I love rock skis. 

I fixed a broken boot buckle, ignored a missing skin tail, and freshened up the beacon batteries. Snow line In Alaska still requires a bit of a walk or even more of a drive. The point isn’t really the turns or the vert or the line. It’s about cold fingers and premature seasonality. When I was a kid, I used to wake up in the middle of the night before my birthday to see if midnight had arrived—Fall skiing relies on the same neuro-receptors. 

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