All posts by Marc Guido

Mont-Édouard: Venturing Into the Great Unknown

by Marc Guido l’Anse-St. Jean (QC), Canada – I’ve never quite understood the attraction to ice fishing. Sitting on a giant ice cube, freezing your posterior and staring at a hole while holding a string and waiting for something to happen just doesn’t seem like fun to me. Sure, some of those ice-fishing huts are … Continue reading Mont-Édouard: Venturing Into the Great Unknown

Le Valinouët: The Final Frontier

Chicoutimi (QC), Canada – We pushed through Québec City during the evening rush hour, heading north. Way north. n Le Valinouët (photo courtesy Le Valinouët) By all measures, 2001-2002 had been a very disappointing winter season in the Northeast. Long before the snowfall failed to arrive, though, First Tracks!! Online Contributing Writer Leigh Daboll and … Continue reading Le Valinouët: The Final Frontier

Le Massif: At the Crossroads

Petite-Rivière-St.-François (QC), Canada – Le Massif de Petite-Rivière-St.-François is a mountain at a crossroads. Throughout its relatively short life, the resort with what may well be the longest formal name in the ski industry has prided itself on maintaining harmony with its natural surroundings and eschewing traditional ski area development. A CDN $24.8 million investment … Continue reading Le Massif: At the Crossroads

Stowe: Picture Postcard Vermont

Stowe, VT – Mention Vermont, and you’re likely to conjure up pastoral /images of white church steeples, clapboard houses, steam rising from boilers in maple sugar shacks, narrow and winding dirt farm roads, and incandescent fall foliage. Skiers and snowboarders will likely also envision narrow, old-school New England trails, as well as broad intermediate boulevards … Continue reading Stowe: Picture Postcard Vermont

Brian Head: Altitude, Not Attitude

Brian Head, UT – The silence was deafening. Standing atop the rim of Cedar Breaks National Monument’s crimson cliffs, the enveloping stillness was punctuated only by a lone crow soaring somewhere thousands of feet below in the nearly limitless void. Far beyond, the Escalante Desert of southern Utah stretched to the horizon. The red, yellow … Continue reading Brian Head: Altitude, Not Attitude