Out my front door, three blocks down 30th Street, is a trail that takes me to the shores of Commencement Bay and from there, in the distance, rise the Olympic Mountains. I’m not alone with my view; a million other doorsteps are similarly blessed. Yet there in those mountains are places no foot has tread and even where feet have trodden, no evidence remains of their passage, because over the bay from where I stand is wilderness. Not wilderness halfway around the world. Not wilderness lost in some place you can’t even pronounce. Instead, right there is wilderness that for the cost of a tank of gas, I can visit with my own two feet.

Our plan was to ski in northeast Siberia, close to the world’s coldest inhabited community, and to be the rst people to ski the highest peak of the Chersky Range. We were more than prepared for a spectacular adventure, a journey to 3,003-meter Gora Pobeda. “We,” that’s Matthias Mayr and Matthias “Hauni” Haunholder and our team comprising Johannes Aitzetmüller, Moritz Sonntag (camera), and Jonas Blum (photo). We noticed the mountain range on our ight back from our last ski trip to Onekotan Island. Siberia may be known for vast landscapes and snowy plains, but through the airplane windows, we saw a complex maze of mountains. As a result, we decided to call our lm “The White Maze.” Back then, we were joking about our next possible project. A year later, we had entered the maze.

(Lorraine Huber) I was lining up at the Grand Montets lift in Argentière when I thought I had recognized someone out of the corner of my eye. “Roberto?”, I asked in disbelief. Flashing me his charming smile, Roberto shouts: “Ciao Lori!” in his strong Italian accent. Roberto and I had worked at a ski camp together in Cervinia, Italy, back in 2008. It was the rst time I saw the Matterhorn, and I was right away spellbound. I simply could not tear my gaze away from that beautiful, steep, archetypical mountain, soaring solitarily in all its glory above the quaint mountain village of Zermatt. Back then, Roberto planted the seed in my mind that I could climb and ski its east face. Fast forward to 2016, it still seemed like a dif cult dream to realize, but little did I know.

New Zealand, the land of desires and dreams; a country on the other side of the world, and a country where life AND skiing are far more laid-back. It seems like time stands still in the Southern Alps’ mostly untouched nature.There’s no sign of the stressful hustle and bustle of the European ski resorts.As a fact, you’ll have to spend a long time searching for “real” ski lifts and groomed slopes. Instead, life’s determined by a certain pragmatism and openness. Solitary “clubfields” – ski resorts run by private individuals or local ski clubs – radiate a warm atmosphere and offer endless freeriding potential. Our search for breathtaking runs with friends and our dream of self-realization lured us into the heart of the New Zealand Southern Alps. On trial: a mutual vision.

A splitboarder from Lenggries, a telemark skier from Munich, and two freeriders from the Inn Valley in Upper Bavaria. Never before had we been out and about together in this combination. So far, winter has not treated us with too many great days. Mother Nature has been rather stingy in her snowy offerings on the northern side of the Alps. But this day seems to be different: fresh powder overnight, the clouds slowly disintegrating. Every one of us managed to take the day off. Robert, the splitboarder, picked up telemark skier Bernd after giving his three kids a ride to school. And off we go, entering the “Flow Valley”, which stands for unlimited freedom and our desire for the joy of flow. Both can only be experienced in the mountains; and they are best enjoyed with like-minded friends.

Thousands of tourists visit the Norwegian Arctic town of Alta every year to get a glimpse of the Aurora Borealis. Everybody in our Swedish ski touring crew thought just staring at the sky, hoping for northern lights would be pretty boring. After a quick look at the map, we realized that there would be numerous mountains to skin up and ski down. Adding that we could be skiing under the green illuminated night sky, it all seemed like a pretty good plan. On location, we never had second thoughts: marine blue fjords, endless mountains draped in white snow. Forest skiing with snow quality just as good as the North American name fellow, but here there were no other skiers. Ok, maybe a dozen others. And we did bump into the most legendary local of them all – Tore, the off-piste farmer.

The Forbidden Tour, pioneered in the late 1990s, has become renown by Washington State’s tight knit backcountry ski community as a cascade classic. Not only does this route pierce the heart of North Cascades National Park, but the name, “Forbidden,” captivates and attracts the adventurer rather than deters them. Like the forbidden fruit in the bible Jeff Rich, Mike Traslin and Andy Traslin, and I had to have a bite to see what all the fuss was about.

It’s been a while since Tobi, Bastian and myself have been able to spend a few days together in the mountains. We are all busy with our jobs, families, or studying. Many times, we only had a few hours available to spend in the vicinity of our homes. This time though, our backpacks were loaded with food and equipment for three days! We wanted to enjoy the solitude, minimalistic life in a winter hut, and the vast glaciers of the Stubai Alps and get some challenging runs under our belts. That was the plan. But the weather reports failed us. We weren’t lucky. The weather changed the second night of our trip. Nonetheless – or maybe exactly for that reason – we tested our luck, hoping for an extraordinary adventure with some very special, memorable moments.

Whether it’s for work-related or personal reasons, the mountains play a major part in my life. I was traveling Norway in January 2011 when I saw a photo in a ski magazine that took hold of me throughout the years. It showed the kind of mountain I had never seen before. It was love at first sight. Back home, I searched for it and learned that it’s located in a municipality named Luster, located in the Hurrungane mountain range. Plans were quickly made, but things don’t always work the way you’d want them to. Five years have passed since that day. Last fall, Robert and Tom invited me to go ski touring in Norway. They wanted to go to exactly that area. I did not hesitate and made an instant decision: Yes, I would certainly join them to climb the Ringstind in late April.

The whole story began with a crazy trip of Scott team rider Fabian Lentsch, driving a regular camper van from Austria to Kyrgyzstan and back in summer 2013. While traveling through those remarkable landscapes, Fabian couldn’t stop thinking of skiing these places in winter. But he was aware that he de nitely had to get his hands on a more suitable vehicle to do that. So he kept this idea of building a proper expedition truck in his mind for a couple of years and just waited for the right timing to get started. During some winter trips with his good friend Markus (Moggä) Ascher who just finished an amazing 4x4 van construction, Fabian couldn’t wait any longer. At the beginning of 2015, he and Moggä decided to go for it not knowing what was lying in front of them. The Snowmads Journey began!

If you are following David Lama on Social Media, you might already know that the 26-year old Austrian climbing professional also likes to go ski touring. But the rock specialist from Tyrol doesn’t make a big public deal out of his spectacular winter adventures – which is a good reason for us to nd out a bit more. It’s a known fact that David Lama feels at home in steep walls. Mister Charming from Innsbruck has long since been one of the biggest names in the climbing scene – far before 2012, the year he mastered the first-ever free ascent of the famous Cerro Torre Compressor Route in Patagonia – a real alpine masterpiece. Did you know that Peter Habeler discovered his climbing talents? The legendary mountaineer from Austria’s Zillertal made sure that David was accepted into Reini Scherer’s OEAV sports climbing group in Innsbruck. David was six years old. The rest is history.

It was April, and the first flowers were blooming on the mountain pastures in the Alps. The landscape turned greener, and the smell of spring was in the air. Spring? The thought of winter coming to an end quickly caused discontent. After having returned from our last ski tour to the Wildspitze, we decided to spend the rest of the day relaxing and had a glass of wine. Jochen and I passed the 15-16 season in review, indulging in memories and revisiting every single powder line before our inner eyes. We agreed that this could not possibly be the end of winter yet! But where should we go? I looked at the half-emptied bottle of Georgian red wine on the table, turned to Jochen, smiled at him, and said: “How about the cradle of wine... Georgia?”

This trip to the Sierra Nevada Mountains was an opportunity for me to spend some extended time in a part of the range I have visited several times in the past. Camping in the mountains is a lot more work, which is why I often opt for the light and fast missions covering lots of vertical and terrain and in a single day. However, to actually go to bed and wake up in the high mountains gives you a much more intimate experience and allows you to explore and experience a lot more. For me this trip was about being in my home mountains with new friends and exploring the beauty this incredible range has to offer.

For most European skiing enthusiasts, it’s not very common to go on a ski trip in July. But Andrzej Bargiel is not your average skier. At age 28, the Zakopane (Poland) local has already skied some of the world’s most demanding peaks including Shisha Pangma, Manaslu, and Broad Peak. When the opportunity of traveling to the Tian Shan and Pamir ranges arose, he couldn’t resist. But this trip was different. The goal was to conquer the five highest peaks of the former Soviet Union, also known as “the Snow Leopard award.” In addition, Andrzej wanted to ski the mountains, something only a handful of people have ever done before. And to ensure the trip would receive its spot in the history books, he planned to set a new speed record and be the fastest person ever to complete all five ascents.

Patagonia is a place full of possibilities and a climber’s Mecca. For skiers, it made a transition in the last 15 years from an exotic destination to something more accessible. The ski areas in the north have grown and benefited from the freeride culture, low Peso, and people’s hunger for traveling with their skis. Some places have turned into touristic playgrounds, while others are still in a state of slumber. When looking into the options for a ski adventure, in an area larger than one million square kilometer, you will find a lot of different alternatives, which you won’t be able to do in a lifetime. From lift-served skiing, classic ski touring and alpinism-style skiing, to remote expeditions in the Patagonian Ice Cap.