Off a little-traveled gravel road, just a stone’s throw from the blacktop, three crisp white geodesic domes stand tucked into the top of a wooded hillside, overlooking a rolling patchwork of farmland and forest.
Remember the double chair? The opportunity it offered to get close to that girl (or guy) you’ve slowly been falling in love with? The fleeting chance to have them all to yourself? For many of us of a certain vintage, the double chair is a special piece of nostalgic skiing culture.
In this issue we carve thick slices of Ontario backcountry, revist the powder highway with kids, wake up and smell the psilocybin, explore some true Eastern alpine, paint the many moods of Georgian Bay and much more.