I can tell you how it started.....that 5th or 6th beer at the local pub, a discussion about how warm it is and how much they would miss skiing and there you have it.



Why Locals Ski Naked in Golden, BC



Every summer, indecently exposed to the sun’s sizzle and with winter’s last vestige all but shrivelled up, boarders and skiers take to Golden, British Columbia’s Mount 7 for one last stab at snow sliding.

“What are you guys doing?” asks our first-timer as we other five dudes strip down to nothing but our ski boots. “Did no one tell you we ski this naked?” I answer through our child-like chuckles. Abashed, he averts his eyes and gazes nervously at the dozens of people hiking the ridge below in plain sight.

“But guys, I told my parents to watch from town. They’ve got a telescope!”

“Sweet,” one of the others says. “They’re about to get the best show ever!”

Every summer, for a brief window of about five or six days, 1,200 metres above the valley floor, a special scene plays out in Golden, British Columbia. Mount 7, named for the hanging figure of snow that forms on its alpine face anytime between mid-

June and mid-July, sits at the gaping divide between the Rocky Mountains and the Columbia Valley. It’s a triangular, chocolate-block of a mountain visited by thousands each summer. But it’s especially busy at this time of year, with people hiking for the view, to ski, or even just to watch.

Nobody knows why, when, or how it became common practice to bid adieu to the last slushy remnants of winter naked, but after a 14-kilometre four-by-four drive and an hour hike, it’s simply expected you’ll take your clothes off. Some do it as a random solo manifestation of local knowledge, others as a collective lark. Spectators will often chide you if you don’t— there can be up to 20 people at a time on top in peak season.

With corn spitting high up into your nether regions, and a beer or two in your belly, you make turns down a two-ski-lengths-wide strip of isothermal mush whilst avoiding the menacingly sharp shale to the left and right, as well as the precipice below, which you could conceivably roll off with enough speed. Exposing yourself to nature and your peers is rarely ever as exhilarating as this. There’s only one vague rumour of someone falling once; they didn’t tumble far, luckily, but were purportedly really uncomfortable for a while afterwards.

http://mountainculturegroup.com/why-loc ... golden-bc/

Brave souls [not so much for stripping down but for stripping down in that terrain]! ~ but there's always 1 [or 20] in every crowd! ~

Sooz

Don't fall. Corn will scrape the skin right off.

Yessir oskar! I had a huge corn rash on my leg from a spring wipeout. We were known to ski in shorts or have "bikini day" but not naked. It was only April after all.

We used to climb (no lifts or tows at the time) Mount Washington for spring skiing. It was either sunburn, tan or "cornburn"... usually a combination.

Ok, I'll bite...you grow corn on mountainsides up there? You plant it in the spring snow? And then you ski in it? This is a very different kind of agriculture from what we are used to in Wisconsin.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I was too embarrassed to ask.

Corn: Coarse, granular wet snow. Most commonly used by skiers describing good spring snow. Corn is the result of cycles of melting during the day and refreezing at night.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Types_of_snow

Corn is the opposite of powder. Corn snow is more like little granules of ice. Imagine skiing on a mountain of coarse unrefined salt, like they use to melt snow. Now you got it. And it's heavy, so if you hit it with the side of your ski or board, your ride gets stuck but the momentum keeps your body in motion.

Sulzschnee...

So, when it warms up a little it's cream-style?

More like Niblets with sharp corners.