Covered Ground: October 1988

Follow me, on a journey into the pages of POWDER past.

Glen Plake skis stripped down to the basics—fresh snow, sunshine and a new haircut. PHOTO: Mark Shapiro
Glen Plake skis stripped down to the basics—fresh snow, sunshine and a new haircut. PHOTO: Mark Shapiro

Mark Shapiro landed the cover of POWDER’s October 1988 issue with this classic shot of mohawked ski legend, Glen Plake. The vintage pages of Vol. 17 No. 2 also include some hot ski tips from those in the know, including these sage words from a former editor of POWDER, Neil Stebbins.

“If you have a hill that seems intimidating, it’s probably because you’re looking at the whole hill. Break it up into manageable sections that you know you can ski, and then you can link the sections.”

True on skis, true for life, Neil. We salute you.

Greg Stump, who released the iconic film “Blizzard of Aahhh’s” that same year, wrote:

“Ski schools don’t teach air and ski areas don’t encourage air, but getting air can make big improvements in your skiing…Who cares if you’re an eighth of an inch over the snow, like an ‘on-snow’ turn, or two feet in the air, like an airplane turn?”

Preach it, Stumpy. You’re in the air, who cares?

And the cover boy’s words of wisdom:

“Pay attention.” — Glen Plake, who the editors described as an “expatriate American extremist living in Chamonix.”

We’re paying attention to you in those pants, Glen.

Proving that keeping up appearances has, and always will be, what skiing is all about (isn’t it?), the writer of Where Fashion Fits In says “the notion that looking fashionable on the slopes labels you a namby-pamby is a myth.”

The accompanying photo echoes the neon nylon trends of the era, with two nimble Neds catching air, half-zip collars undone in the latest fashion. It was the 80s, baby, and it was fresh!

Jackie Mathys contributed to the issue with her story, So. Cal. Quick Fix: Beach-to-bumps in 90 minutes? Only in L.A. Singing the praises of the sugar-frosted peaks of the San Gabriel and San Bernardino mountain ranges, the author challenges readers to The SoCal Triathlon. “Tuck into a few tubes during Dawn Patrol, hop into your car for the Freeway Grand Prix and finish it off with a day in the powder. You’ll be home in time for a beach sunset.”

Now, that’s livin’ right.