I clipped my daisy chains from my harness to the cable and traversed out onto the forged iron holds, hands first, then a tentative step, and I was aloft on the sheer rock wall. Was...

The first time I ever ducked the rope to ski the off-piste terrain in Bear Creek at the top of the Telluride Ski Resort, I was following a friend. The snow in the creek was about three feet deeper than it was on the ski area, and it was pretty...

It sounded like a crew of fighter jets making a low swoop over Telluride. The insanely loud scratching noise was actually the sound of metal snowboard edges on the hammered snow of the course, and the first heat of four riders was hurtling down at the same speeds vehicles travel...