In Europe, new kosher ski options that won’t break the bank

Published on December 26, 2012

Skiing has always been something of a rich man’s sport. Between the costs of travel, accommodations, lift tickets and lessons, a family with children can easily drop upward of $6,000 for a few days on the slopes. If you keep kosher, the costs can be even higher.

In a remote New Mexican valley, a Jewish skiing legacy at Taos

Published on December 21, 2011

One of the most wonderful things about skiing is the sense of seclusion, the incomparable quietude and serenity of standing atop a 12,000-foot peak surveying miles and miles of snow-covered emptiness. Somehow the prosaic concerns of the everyday world don’t seem to reach there.

Snow Job

By Judy Gruen
Published on March 2, 2006

Maybe I'm crazy, but each winter I plan a family vacation that is fraught with danger. To reach our destination, we must drive up a perilous mountain road studded with hairpin turns. Oddly, during our ascent, this NASCAR-approved artery is usually choked with fog or hail.

Letters to the Editor

Published on February 10, 2005

I am an involved member of the Temple Beth Am Library Minyan, graduate of Pressman Academy, senior at Shalhevet High and chair of the Israel Action Committee at my school.

Shabbat on Slopes Takes Wrong Turn

By David T. Levinson
Published on February 3, 2005

To me, skiing is almost a religious experience. When you're flying down the back bowls, sun on your face, cool air filling your lungs and a warm feeling filling your heart, it's like you can feel the hand of God.

Skiing With a Purpose

By Jewish Journal Staff
Published on January 31, 2002

As people shoosh down the California mountains, one group will be getting more than just snow: Torah.

Skiing in God’s Country

By Song Oh
Published on January 31, 2002

A California gal for most of my life, I endured jabs and digs about the dearth of culture and the abundance of silicone in our fair city during my two-year stint in New York. (I am neither blessed with blond hair nor an 18-inch Malibu Barbie waistline, nevertheless my East Coast friends had many a laugh at the expense of my geography.)

It was on a weekend ski trip to Vermont that I got to wave my California banner with pride.

Downhill Doubts

By J.D. Smith
Published on February 1, 2001

My father has disowned me. We did not get into a fight about the family business -- there is no family business. I did not marry out of the faith, and I have no children about whose upbringing we can disagree. The source of our irreconcilable differences is that we went skiing together last year, and he is convinced that I cannot be his natural child.