White Planet: A Mad Dash through Modern Global Ski Culture [NOOK Book]

Overview

Writer and adventurer Leslie Anthony has spent his life on two planks, racing down hills, searching for the next perfect ride. His real baptism, however, began in the early nineties when Alaska emerged as the ski world?s Next Big Thing. Steep faces and vast tracks of powder snow, were captured on film and beamed to audiences around the world. The result was a freeskiing revolution.

With insight and humor, White Planet, traces an arc through ...
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Overview

Writer and adventurer Leslie Anthony has spent his life on two planks, racing down hills, searching for the next perfect ride. His real baptism, however, began in the early nineties when Alaska emerged as the ski world’s Next Big Thing. Steep faces and vast tracks of powder snow, were captured on film and beamed to audiences around the world. The result was a freeskiing revolution.

With insight and humor, White Planet, traces an arc through the new ski culture, in a rock ‘n’ roll adventure that follows a diaspora to far-flung corners of the globe. Along the way, Anthony introduces many of the daredevils, visionaries and entrepreneurs who are bringing the sport to such unexpected places as Mexico, China, Lebanon and India.
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Editorial Reviews

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Leslie (Snakebit) skis the world in a lifelong search for athletic challenge, natural beauty, and the special community of like-minded adventurers. From Chile in the 1980s to Alaska in the 1990s and beyond, Leslie's tales of pink snow in Spain's Sierra Nevada, interactions with ski photographers, and remote, pristine landscapes captivate with their innocence and ingenuity. At the same time, with his insider's perspective and spirited blend of daring, Zen, and observation (parts of the book appeared in such ski magazines as Powder), Leslie passionately tracks the evolution of modern ski culture. Along the way, information about alpine and Nordic ski history, equipment specifications, skiing styles, and snowboarding accumulates. There are profiles of ski personalities, glimpses of business mavens, and insights into melding skiing's traditional disciplines with its youth-oriented X-Game persona. Engaging and funny (one trip to Denver was "filled with more animal prints and expensive pelts than a Siegfried & Roy pageant"), this is a welcome meditation on soft powder and the not-so-soft sell. (Mar.)
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"Anthony is the modern-day Dolores LaCha-pelle, spreading the often-garbled stoke of skiing with wit, intellect and passion. … With a floating, easy tone, Anthony shares the dense histories, geologies and personalities that buttress snowsports."&#8212Denver Post
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781553656463
  • Publisher: Greystone Books
  • Publication date: 9/27/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • File size: 924 KB

Meet the Author

Leslie Anthony was bitten by the ski bug at the age of ten and has never looked back. Although he holds a PhD in zoology from the University of Toronto, was a postdoctoral fellow at McGill University’s Redpath Museum, and wrote Snakebit: Confessions of a Herpetologist, skiing has remained his first love. An avid adventurer, Anthony has won awards for both his poetry and is acclaimed for his work in outdoor, action sport, and general-interest magazines such as Skier, explore, and Powder, on whose masthead he’s appeared for 18 years. His ski writing has been published in seven languages in twelve countries. He lives in Whistler, B.C.
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Read an Excerpt

From Chapter 4 The Big Empty

An interesting set of circumstances had led to the Red Dog Saloon in Juneau, Alaska, where I stood in Birkenstocks, my rainsoaked socks caked in sawdust and peanut husks.

The trail had started in Toronto, bouncing through L.A., Seattle, and totem-poled Ketchikan before landing in Juneau. And now, surrounded by bad taxidermy, orange life-preserver rings, and beer mugs the size of pitchers, it seemed I might find whatever it was I was looking for.

Certainly the concept was evolving. Already there’d been the blind girl with a broken ankle on the plane who was content to tap her way onboard without help, the senator’s aide at the former brothel we were bunking at who’d handed me a self-penned story about a surfer’s life in landlocked Fairbanks, and the bales of salmon jerky the town seemed constructed from. Disparate images to be sure, they all pointed to something that ultimately embodied a spirit of self-reliance and wildness that seemed very Alaskan and not altogether unrelated to, well . . . say, skiing.

POWDER, where I was now a contributing editor, had sent me to Alaska on a quest. In fact, five writer/photographer teams had shown up at airports around the continent to receive envelopes stuffed with air tickets and these instructions: find the soul of skiing.

Really?

Others had been sent on discovery missions to the Vermont mega-resort of Killington, molehills of the Midwest, venerable Aspen in Colorado, and Washington’s Mt. Rainier— North America’s almost perennial record-holder for snowfall. These places all had well-known histories and hardcore habitués: “the known,” if you will. I’d been sent to what was, in 1992, “the unknown,” the big empty: Alaska.

With too many mountains to name and too few people to care, the outpost of Alaska had suddenly come onto the global snowsports radar as both a destination and newly minted ethos. The state’s endless ranges and endless snow suggested endless possibilities for exploration, and my frequent photographic collaborator Henry Georgi and I were there to plumb the zeitgeist.

Bearded, boisterous, and stentorian, Henry had started his photographic career shooting rock concerts in Toronto and rafting on the Ottawa River, but his was the heart of a skier. Raised by German-speaking parents in the Toronto suburb of Downsview, he had spent his watershed skibumming and ski-photography season in the party-addled Austrian resort of St. Anton. We met in the early eighties through Ontario’s nascent telemark scene, where I dressed in Norwegian period costume to forerun races that he’d been hired to document. Soon, I became one of Henry’s models, and our photographic collaborations filtered onto the continent’s newsstands. Our first real joint triumph, however, resulted from a trip to Le Massif in Quebec’s Charlevoix region, a unique operation that employed school buses to ferry guided groups to the top of a 2,300-foot escarpment overlooking the St. Lawrence River where ships and whales bobbed among the ice floes. It snowed more than two feet while we were there, and Henry’s photos of waistdeep powder skiing in the typically low-snow East were a sensation, forming the basis for my first-ever powder feature. We’d sidestepped into a career of adventuring together at the magazine’s behest, as reliable to the editorial braintrust as the team of Bard and Carter that preceded us—mostly, as we would later learn, because we likewise worked cheap and would (foolishly) go anywhere.

On the “soul of skiing” mission, naturally, we were eager to embrace whatever POWDER’s editors threw at us, aware of the growing gravity of our destination and that something important was brewing there. In some sense, what was burgeoning in Alaska honored the Euro “extreme” movement of big, bold, off-piste descents in the highalpine vertical world of the otherwise human-choked Alps; in another way, this push was a typically American attempt to outmuscle that small, dedicated scene with vast wilderness, a fleet of helicopters, and a few tons of film.

Although the “idea” of Alaska was steep, deep, and unexplored, skiing was hardly new there. Hundreds of local alpine, cross-country, and ski-jumping areas had been founded in the early twentieth century by waves of immigrant miners, loggers, and fishermen. At least one legitimate destination resort drew and was owned by the Japanese. So there was more than just the loam of noisy aircraft and harebrained competitions (like the pie-in-the-sky World Extreme Ski Championships held in the Chugach Mountains outside beat-down, oil-soaked Valdez the previous year) in which to dig for soul here—there were real grass roots.

Thus, while our media peers leapt from helicopters onto massive, never-skied Alaskan faces, our first experience in the new frontier was the home hill of 1992 Olympic women’s downhill silver medalist Hilary Lindh. Tiny Eaglecrest Ski Area lies outside the somnolent town of Juneau, the only U.S. state capital to which no road leads: in true Alaskan style, the island-bound town can only be reached by sea or air.

Juneau was a wild place where ravens ruled the streets and grocery-store windows advertised bear repellent and ammunition. Life was dominated by commercial fishing, gold-rush nostalgia, and tourists disgorged from ships cruising the Inside Passage. Half the population lived near the weathered toe of the Mendenhall Glacier, and the enormous, steep chutes on the face of Mt. Juneau provided the biggest urban avalanche disaster potential outside of alpine Europe (they had, in the past, released to engulf part of town).

Despite its state-capital status, Juneau was still unpretentious enough that visiting journalists might be eagerly introduced from the floor of the state legislature in the midst of a critical vote to override a governor’s veto. It was a place that, long before Sarah Palin appeared on Saturday Night Live, reflected the fact that Alaskans didn’t take themselves too seriously, where monster trucks had license plates like OVRKILL, and a woman with a voice like Irish Cream liqueur might keep your attention while Woodstock was being re-created onstage in the Alaskan Hotel, then press a napkin into your hand with a phone number and the inscription “call or die wondering.”

It was an apt metaphor for the Siren call that Alaska was putting out to the ski world: go or die wondering.
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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments vii
Prologue: Legend 1

A Gathering Storm
1 | Smoke and Mirrors 7
2 | A Bum’s Rush 24
3 | Into the Deep 41
4 | The Big Empty 51

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
5 | The Motherland 73
6 | A Scattering in a Cold Wind 96
7 | A Scattering in a Warm Wind 120
8 | Last Salami, Last Pilgrim 145

The Revolution May Be Televised After All
9 | Icecapades 163
10 | Just Say Cheese 176
11 | X Marks the Spot 192
12 | Just Shoot Me 211

Another Gathering Storm
13 | A Death in the Family 227
14 | Invasion of the Powder Snatchers 238
15 | Space, the Final Frontier 253

Epilogue: Legend 287
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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2011

    Praise for White Planet

    You needn't love skiing to love this book. The sport's fascinating and somewhat clandestine subculture warrants a tour whether or not you've ever slid down a mountain on two planks. And there's no guide more authentic, articulate or entertaining than author Leslie Anthony. He takes readers on a two-decade, multi-continent journey to skiing's far flung outposts, while unveiling its most pivotal characters, unbelievable stories and exciting revolutions. - Tess Weaver, Powder Magazine Correspondent

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