I’ve been skiing in the Poconos in Pennsylvania for the past two days at a small-ish (but super fun — no lift lines!) and unflashy resort called Elk Mountain in Union Dale. It was my favorite place to ski as a kid growing up nearby, so a couple decades later, I booked a B&B (Wiffy Bog, highly recommended for a low-key, extremely friendly place with a delish hot breakfast) for my husband and I so we could have a little adventure before settling into the sedentary eating extravaganza that would be rest of our time visiting my family. I didn’t know what to expect exactly, but I definitely didn’t imagine the wacky outfits on skiiers and snowboarders — not in Northeastern Pennsylavania where my memory of ski fashion (and most fashion) is everyone trying their best to look like everyone else. Experiment at the risk of severe ridicule. So I packed my navy blue jacket with a subtle black plaid and hoped wouldn’t garner too many stares. It turned out I was positively boring compared to the young boys (boys!) shredding down the slopes.
Since I hadn’t been skiing in 12 years, I sort of missed the advent of snowboard fashion, which Burton seems to be spearheading, with its bright white diamond, Bollywood, and comic strip prints (apparently sold out on Burton’s site, I could only find them on a couple retail sites). And statement-making style is definitely crossing over to skiers. I saw one skier wearing this bright turquoise with thick black plaid outfit (matching jacket and pants). Sorry no photo, my hands were too frozen to break out the camera half the time, and alas I’m not a skilled enough skier to bust it out on the slopes. Sorry for the butt shot below, guys. This was the only time I could catch you standing still!