a boy and his skis

When I made my way out west ten years ago I possessed a lifetime worth of hopes, expectations and dreams, along with two brand new pairs of skis to make it happen. That day that I first laid eyes on what would be my powder skis, a pair of grey and silver Rossignol Scratch BCs, I would have no idea whatsoever just how far they would take me. My first impression was that they were huge. All 90mm under foot of them just seemed so unbelievably wide. Sure I had skied on bigger skis before, my dad was an early adopter of the true powder ski with a pair of Volant Ti Chubs. He had a pair of Bandit XXXs until I lost them, which is another story for another day. Those were huge, but sitting in my […]