First Tracks
The hills are alive
by Iain MacMillan, editor, Ski Canada
While Ski Canada staff slaved away another
hot summer in the city preparing the annual
Buyer’s Guide, our writers, photographers, ski
testers and other latch-ons continued to lead
some pretty enviable lives.
Having filed most of his copy in early
summer, my buddy Dilbert, for instance,
taunted me with various photos of him
hanging off a towering grey rock face a few
minutes from his home in Canmore. Badger
was finding solitude in some pristine fl y-
fi shing rivers in the U.S. West. Cam went off
to fit boots in Switzerland, while Joe went
shoe-shopping in New York City. Oaker landed
a new gig as Middle East correspondent
for The Star. Wendy went to Chile with a
gaggle headed for the gates. Ian with one
i (that’s one i, not one eye) was paddling
some of the best rivers in Canada. Martin
collected huckleberries with grizzlies. Heidi
and Babycakes headed back to Australia for
their umpteenth continuous winter...and the
parade went on.
But by far the most entertaining “What
I did on my summer holiday” blogs was by
Leslie Woit, Ski Canada’s in-house (that’s
a relative term) humorist, five-star spa
inspector and heli-powder assessor. In
the name of travel-writing research, Leslie
headed for the Austrian Alm to become
a summer bovine au pair. (She lived in
a mountainside hut and looked after 18
Simmentaler dairy cows.)
Not far from the ski slopes of Maria Alm in
SalzburgerLand (see next issue on skiing the
area), a mountain hut of one form or another
has been sitting among the organically
certified wildflowers and verdant grasses
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