Matt Ruta

The thing about posting a part one to something before you’ve written part two is that inevitably something else is going to happen in the interim and mess up the chronological...

It takes a lot to get my skis and I out of our home ranges. The combination of the Rockies, Purcells and Selkirks is enough to provide me with an endless...

I wasn’t sure whether to write this post. It’s easy to talk about the risks until they turn to realities. Until consequence ripples outwards, tearing the meaning from the words. I...

“Come on, please? Billy Bob Joe!” I sighed deeply. I’d heard this for the past 20 minutes, and I’m a lifty. My job isn’t really supposed to involve any children that...

Spring has to be my favourite time of year to ski. It’s funny really, because growing up in Calgary I always thought of it as the the indecisive, slushy ugly duckling of the...

I missed the opening bonus weekend at my home mountain. Hardly impressive, I know, but in my defence I was skiing. It just happened to be at Nakiska for Canada’s National Ski Cross...

So, here goes. This is my first ever blog post (except for the one I wrote and deleted by accident just now) so bear with me. Skiing is kind of my...