November 2025

I’ll never forget staring down the barrel of Colorado’s Cross Couloir with skis on my back. The wind was hammering on a frigid April dawn as I slowly lost feeling in my fingers. A deep shiver set in. I stood…

I was deep into a rotating cycle of Gu’s, Honey Stinger Waffles, and a Costco-sized box of Clif Bars when I met Lily and Max Ritter. We stood atop the Aiguille du Midi as I bit into a stale, scientifically-contrived…