I Netflixed Warren Miller’s Cold Fusion and have to say it does feature some sick skiing and boarding. Their itinerary also read like a resume of some of my own trips: Whistler, Alaska, Telluride. Kenya and Iran will have to wait for another day, though.
Warren’s getting old though, and the film and audience seem to be going the same way. The narration is mellow and music, though modern, lacks the punch of the hard-charging alternapunk that fuels any snowboard DVD. It is a reflection on the population, though: skiers and boarders are increasingly an older crowd and it’s tough to get younger folks to join ski clubs. Shorter lift lines would be nice, but you still need some company on the ride up.
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