He has a shock of white hair and it's pushed straight back from his brow. His limbs are long and sinewy, and his eyes are as wary and watchful as a wolf's. When I meet him, he's sitting, appropriately, at the bar. It's apres ski at Silver Star, and he's holding his first pint. His shirt is undone well below his chest.
Legend has it the dishwasher at a nearby deli is a real ladies' man.
Dag tells me he's just been asked to climb Mt. Everest. What's new, what's up, what's happening at your favourite ski areas By George Koch Thank God for the Internet. Time was, just about every Alberta skier I knew had a standard weekend or day-tripping destination. To them, mountains an hour's drive away were nearly as foreign as the Alps or Andes. Shifting them out of their routine was about as easy as clearing a Class IV avalanche off Rogers Pass.