For over a century, skiing has been more than transportation or sport. It’s been a lifestyle, emphasis on the second syllable.
Ernest Hemingway drew a romantically colorful portrait of spending a few winters in the Austrian Alps in the early 1920s. At the end of his biographical “A Moveable Feast,” his chronicle of carefree mountain living is an aspirational vibe of downhill thrills and après chills. By day, he and his wife Hadley hiked up pre-chairlift mountains, traversing logging trails with skis strapped to their backs. By night they were in Alpine hüttes or local watering holes, indulging in beer, mulled wine, Schnapps, singing and other cozy fun.
And since the dawn of skiing-as-pastime, every…