The first two days of the new year have been very cold.
It was -7 F on Tuesday morning then 10 F later in the day, and -5 F on Wednesday with a high of 19 F in the afternoon. Needless to say that I didn't ski on both days! In the past, I have had my struggle with cold.
I remember one December day of 1969, in Chamrousse, France, as I was undergoing a ski-instructor examination, wearing just a red sweater – no jacket and no hat – in order to look good, and got my fingers badly frostbitten.
Later, as was instructing further north, at Avoriaz, I bought myself a Moncler down jacket, because the cool looking but freezing Skimer outfits we had couldn't do the job of keeping us warm.
Another memorable event was in Sugarbush, Vermont, during a Look sales meeting when we had to ski by -40F, with a windshield factor of -70F. There was only one long, cold ride on the fixed grip chairlift that day!
In Park City, there were ski days in the -20F range, when I could barely extract myself from my ski boots once I got back to my car, and many other when I was skiing with others that didn't give me a chance to produce enough efforts to remain warm enough.
My adopting a helmet 9 seasons ago, was also a godsend, as it finally kept my balding head and growing ears much warmer...
Of course, skiing isn't a tropical sport and we need cold to practice it; we should therefore embrace it. What I've learned through it all is that it's always better to err on the side of overdressing, whatever the conditions could be!
Friday, January 4, 2019
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