Matt Ruta 
A few people have asked me about my method for chasing weather windows in the mountains. I guess they figured that they’d receive a quick answer, but each time I ended...
Today I’m unpacking my pack onto the floor so I can show you what’s in there. People always seem to be curious about what gear I’m using and why, and I...
Five AM on a Tuesday morning in late May. Joel and I sat on a dusty moraine below the northeast face of Mt. Victoria in our base layers, watching wet slides...
Some people start skimo racing as cross training. Runners mostly, I think. Other people seem to do it because they think XC skiing is too easy, or they’re just masochists. I...
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...
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...
Matt Ruta 