Jason Flaherty, Lake Tahoe, CA
Media
Web Stories '09 Feb 23, 2009
We have had some great industry visitors this year. For stories and photos, click on the links below:
Armada
The winner of the Baldface/Armada Sweepstakes, Darren Pedersen AKA "The luckiest guy in the ski world" hooked up with
Armada Team Riders JP Auclair, Travis Steeger and Riley Leboe for the
trip of a lifetime. For trip photos and story, click here.
Feb 11, 2009
Skier Magazine publishes The Baldface Story Feb 23, 2009
Mitchell Scott has watched Baldface grow over the past decade and has written the closest thing we've got to our story: "When Stars Align". Check out his opener, I'm sure you'll want to read the article.
"Jeff Pensiero doesn’t look like he could ever be famous. Shit, he doesn’t even look like a guy who would be allowed to hang out with anyone famous. The kinda shortish, baldish, close-to-40 Italian-American grew up eating hoagies and lasagna in one of America’s least attractive cities, Cleveland, Ohio...."
Carve at Baldface Jul 17, 2008
Carve magazine muses on some deep days in the Baldface powder. To read the article, click here.
Jim, Jeff, and Paula Make <>Outside Magazine's Top 25 All-Star Coolest People Dec 3, 2004
Annual snowfall of 42 feet, 36,000 acres of untracked bowls, and 18,000 vertical feet of deep turns a day: Welcome to the "church of the fall line" at Baldface lodge, one of North America's largest—and newest—snowcat skiing operations, whose worshippers have included late snowboarding king Craig Kelly, Pearl Jam guitarist Stone Gossard, and Foo Fighters bass player Nate Mendel. A steady diet of cabernet and plank–grilled salmon—along with guides like 1998 Olympic boarder Mark Fawcett—and a happy, happening vibe have charmed guests every since. "Their enthusiasm is infectious," says Mendel. "It spreads throughout the whole operation.
– "2005 All-Stars", December 2004. Maria Coffey
New York Times <>Features Baldface Adventure Nov 14, 2004
"I
have skied with five Sno-Cat skiing companies, and the tilted forests
of the southern Selkirks serve up the steepest and best tree skiing
I've done. We dodged through glades of hemlocks tinseled with moss.
Some seemed to shift and materialize without warning at the tail end of
a swooping turn. Words fail when you try to describe how it feels to
make clean, fast turns down a steep mountainside in snow that
bow-breaks at your knees. My fellow skiers were no help; after each run
they were all happy expletives and wide grins.
GQ Magazine names Baldface Lodge <>in their Top 10 Hippest Hotels Feb 26, 2004
"The snowcats deliver you, with startling speed, to untracked chutes, bowls,
meadows, clear-cuts, glades and groves; the spacing of the trees in
this neck of the woods seems to have been ordained for the sole purpose
of ripping comfortable but proprietary turns in the pow."
The
next morning, you will likely be . . . drooling on the tips of your
skis, jockeying for position atop a shimmering pitch through an
old-growth cedar stand.
– "Top 10 Hippest Hotels" February 2004, Nick Paumgarten
Snowboard Canada Feb 24, 2004
There's
no reason to rush at Baldface. There's no one here but us . . . The
moment couldn't be more perfect. It's the ultimate last run after six
days of dream-worthy snowboarding.
The run is steep,
with trees clustered here and there, and Volkswagen-sized mutant snow
lumps that beg to be ollied off. There's nothing left to do but point
it. My speed builds and builds, the snow spraying off my board's tip.
It plasters my goggles, but I keep pushing, floating through the deep
fluff until I shift onto my heels and lay down my first, deep heel
carve. I open my mouth and howl like a rabid wolf: "Owoooo!" I've been
waiting all my life for a turn like this.
– "Welcome to Paradise", Winter 2004, Matt Houghton
National Geographic Adventure Feb 10, 2004
Below us was a perfect powder pitch — nearly 40 degrees — studded with massive Douglas firs. Their trunks were fat and dark; the corridors between them, white and inviting. I felt like saying grace.
Three turns off the ridge . . . my weight and momentum carried me deep into the white. A cloud of tiny crystals blew over my knees, thighs, chest, and face, and I gasped for air.
There, outside of Nelson, I plummeted in a semicontrolled fall through the center of a billowing blizzard cloud, big fat trees rushing past my face like the columns of a still and darkened forest. An unbroken blanket lay before me, a cloud of cold smoke behind, and somewhere in the middle I was at home as I've ever been.
Frequency Magazine Jan 16, 2004
Not
to be outdone by the natural surroundings, owner—snowboarder Jeff
Pensiero's staff sets you up with homemade granola in the mornings,
filling lunches, and great food and hot tubs in the evening. Factor
this in with untouchable snow and terrain, this place is fast becoming
a snowboard Mecca.
– "The unResort Guide", Winter 2004
