You’re cruising down the side of a mountain with soft, fresh, fluffy snow zipping under your feet. Your heart racing as the wind whistles through your helmet and snow flies around you. Then suddenly, a tiny tree branch, giant ice chunk, rock or the mythical snowsnake jumps out of nowhere and knocks you off your feet. Instantly, you are sent flying through the air, and no matter how you land there is snow everywhere. It’s up your jacket, down your pants, through your baselayers and touching your skin. You just went from the best feeling in the world to the worst. Unless, that is, you’re wearing a onesie.
You wouldn’t think of hitting the slopes without a jacket to stay warm or goggles to shield your eyes from glare. Within the next few years, another piece of safety equipment may become second nature as well: a helmet designed just for snow sports.
Instead of making your garage homage to your formative years, trade in your used gear for some new, better, faster goods, or just some fresh cash. Conversely, if you’re in the market for some new-to-you stoke, there are many sweet deals out there. How much money can you get? A good rule of thumb is to divide the retail price in half and then take 30% off of that. Be realistic. There probably isn’t a huge market of potential buyers for your ski boots that were already semi-crappy when you bought them, so be willing to negotiate.
When it’s hot outside, nothing is better than soaking up the summer sun, but the downsides of sun worship, burning, peeling and even skin cancer, are enough to make you think twice before stepping out your door unprotected. But what protection is best? Most grocery store sunscreens are full of chemicals just as harmful as the sun’s rays, and covering head to toe in clothing and a wide-brimmed hat makes for an uncomfortable workout. Instead, reach for natural sunscreen so you can enjoy activity in the sun, without harming yourself or the planet.
Night is closing in at the end of our third day on the trail. We haven’t eaten since early this morning, and all we have for dinner is a few handfuls of mushrooms and tubers we’ve gathered along the way. As the wind whistles around our makeshift shelter of branches, one of our camp-mates struggles with a roughly carved wooden stick. He twirls it between his palms, pressing it down into a pile of twigs and leaves. At last, a thin curl of smoke rises upwards and we all cheer. Now, all we have to do is painstakingly feed the fire with shreds of moss and grasses until we’ve built it up enough to cook our meager dinner. Then we’ll sleep for a few hours on a bed of crumbly dirt—without so much as a sleeping bag.
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