With sun glaring off corn snow in UVs stronger than my sunscreen, I kicked off my skis to shoot some Montana kids in Showdown’s terrain park this past weekend. Oh, that heady cocktail of spring, sun, teen hormones, and big air!

You’ve got to admit: Matt Snow has the perfect name for the slopes. But the New Yorker’s middle name should be “No Fear,” especially when he climbed on a snowbike in the Canadian Rockies.

As 12 women floated in a foot of new champagne fluff at Powder Cowboy near Fernie, BC, we wondered, "Why don't more girls cat ski?" For cat skiing isn't as extreme as it's often made out to be.

When I drove into Powder Cowboys in BC this afternoon, I figured we'd be tucked in the trees on Bull River Ranch and only see the peaks when cat skiing tomorrow. Wrong. Alpenglow tainted rugged peaks overhead, just heightening the anticipation for skiing its 6,000 acres.

As I rode the lift at Alta with two locals, they chastised me for my pronunciation.