SNOW Magazine (UK)

2 months ago | snowmagazine.com | Tristan Kennedy

Sponsored content If you’ve ever sat on a chairlift after lunch, in this age of ever-inflating lift pass costs, and tried to calculate how much each run has cost you, you’ll appreciate an additional free day on the slopes. And that is what Helly Hansen’s ‘Ski Free’ promo is designed for. Buy an item of clothing from Helly Hansen’s skiwear range and they’ll buy you a day on the mountain. The offer covers over 50 resorts across Europe and North America.

2 months ago | snowmagazine.com | Tristan Kennedy

Sponsored content La Thuile may not be one of the best known resorts in Europe, but you can make a strong case for it being one of the best. Located in a quiet side of the Aosta Valley area of northwest Italy, it shares a lift-linked ski area with the French resort of La Rosière, on the opposite side of the Petit Saint Bernard pass.

2 months ago | snowmagazine.com | Tristan Kennedy

Sponsored content Sitting to the East of the well known Andorra ski resorts of Pal Arinsal and Ordino Arcalis, Grandvalira is the largest ski area in the Pyrenees, made up of the lift-linked villages of Pas de la Casa, Grau Roig, Soldeu, El Tarter, Canillo and Encamp. Its 210km slopes offer a vast amount of variety when it comes to ski holidays, with plenty of terrain to suit all ability levels. But it's particularly good for families, and mixed ability groups.

2 months ago | snowmagazine.com | Sam Haddad

Last February, my 13-year-old son and 79 of his schoolmates stepped off a coach in Zell Am See. They had neck pillows, bed hair, and bleary eyes from 24 hours of mainlining Netflix through a phone screen. Yet, he says, despite the sleep deprivation, the excitement at seeing the snowy mountains was palpable. He’s at a state school in Brighton and Hove, and three quarters of the kids on the trip had never skied before, let alone been to the Alps. This is hardly surprising.

2 months ago | snowmagazine.com | Tristan Kennedy

This was not a normal ski resort. That much was  obvious as soon as I joined a group of skiers waiting in line for the first ‘lift’ of the day, and instead of a chair or a gondola, a large, red, snow cat pulled up, driven by a bearded man in a broad-brimmed, black stetson with wrap-around shades. Reversing one caterpillar track, he spun the heavy machine around in a neat circle, to reveal three rows of steel benches bolted to the back. “Jump on,” he said, and off we went.