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| Backcountry still-life, Beehive Basin Skis long gone, poles remain |
Like many avid
skiers in Bozeman, I try to extend my ski season as long as possible each year. With skiing working its way into my life most
months of the year, it is little wonder that ski gear takes up a good
bit of space in my garage and closets. Much time is spent researching and
talking about gear with friends, and it is with pleasure I dream of the newest,
lightest backcountry binding, sing the praises of my favorite pair of skis,
find the perfect pack that I intend to have forever. The list goes on and on.
At the same time, certain pieces of gear are essential to the
backcountry ski experience but seldom do I excitedly purchase them or rave
about them to my ski partners. Thus is the life of the ski pole. While it
is certainly possible to ski without poles, epic days in the backcountry always
happen with poles in hand.
I had never given thought to my ski poles until recently. As I got them
out of the garage for the first ski tour of the year, I realized that I have
become attached to them. If I lost them, I’d be bummed. Here is their story
