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Story and photos by Yvette Cardozo and Peter Morning

High on Adventure, November 2016


   This is a story of success and failure. And progress. Sort of.

Author about to ski at Mammoth
Author Yvette Cardozo decked out in Obermeyer plus size ski wear
at the top of Mammoth Mountain's expert runs, ready to put
the technical skiwear through its paces.
Photo by Cardozo

   I am not svelte by anyone’s measure. But I ski. I cycle. I scuba. No, I don’t run. But I do step classes with folks 30 years my junior. My kicks are higher than half of them. And I once rode my bike across the state of Florida - 174 miles in one day. The average temperature was 95, by the way.

   Many, many years ago when I got into serious cycling and wanted shorts, I was laughed out of the shop and resorted to cutting off a pair of polyester pants. Those of you of a certain age will remember those pants. They had a hideous seam down the front and stretched horribly when wet.

   Sadly, it rains a lot in South Florida, where I was living at the time.

   My ski wear consisted of men’s very large sizes which I had to have tailored to fit. Eventually someone came out with ski wear for “fat ladies.” The coat was neon pink and, well, looked like something the Michelin XXX Man would have worn. Be real guys. Nobody that size is gonna wear something that makes them look like Lake Superior. And it had hardly any pockets.

   Women’s sportswear back then was notorious for not being technical. Fat women’s sportswear? You can imagine.

  Mammoth base area family   Mammoth skier blasting powder  
Family gets ready to ski at Mammoth base.
Photo by Peter Morning/Mammoth Mountain
Blasting through powder at Mammoth Mountain.
Photo by Peter Morning/Mammoth Mountain

   About 25 years ago I got into a shouting match with a designer about ski wear and was told, well, it was useless, because women “of my size” simply came in too many figures - big hips, big stomachs. It was useless to keep up.

   Then a strange thing happened. The world caught up with me. Suddenly, there were kids bigger than me doing cheer flips in high school and skiers my size doing credible jobs on race courses.

   Enter Obermeyer. Go to the company website, click on women, then plus size and you actually get a choice. Late that season, mine boiled down to a pant called the Birmingham with all sorts of nice techie add-ons - fleece lining, storm flaps, high back, scuff guards, sturdy zippers, pockets. POCKETS!

   By the time I decided to get them, the only color left in a size 20, yes, I am a size 20, was white. That is not a color someone my size EVER wants to wear in public. Sigh.

    But they arrived. And to my surprise, didn’t look nearly as ghastly as I expected.

  Mammoth at diusk   Author Cardozo with a trukey leg  

View at dusk from Parallax Restaurant, at the gondola mid station of Mammoth Mountain ski resort in California. Photo by Cardozo


Epcot Center Orlando Florida. Yvette making sure she still fits into those plus size pants. Epcot swears that's a turkey leg. Insiders at Disney say it's really emu. Either way, it's delish. Photo by Cardozo

   Um, but they were four inches too large. I put them on, held them at the waist, let go and they fell to the floor all by themselves.

   Back to the website, where my next choices were the Sugarbush, size 20 and the Andorra, size 18.

   Which is when I discovered another thing about clothing. The more expensive the clothes, the smaller the stated size at a particular measurement. In other words, two pants that measure the same might be a 20 in something less expensive, an 18 in a mid-range and maybe even a 16 if it’s REALLY spendy.

   Being rich, I guess, means you never have to admit to one of those embarrassing fat sizes.

   So in the pants I really loved, the Andorra, I am a 16.  Yay.

   These things have style. They have pockets - lots of pockets. They fit. I could actually bend and squat in them while still managing to breathe.

   And embedded somewhere in the fabric are Recco reflector strips which are passive detectors that let a rescue team find you in case of emergency on the mountain. These strips are now embedded in all sorts of outerwear - boots, helmets, jackets, you name it - and can pick up a signal at 200 yards.

  Mammoth skiers in the sun   Mammoth two skiers  
Relaxing in spring sunshine at Mammoth Mountain.
Photo by Peter Morning/Mammoth Mountain
Two skiers enjoy the morning as they get ready to ski.
Photo by Peter Morning/Mammoth Mountain

   Then, off I went to Mammoth Mountain in California to put the pants through their paces.  And yes, they did the job. Our first day, despite the April date, it was still full-on winter with enough wind to close the top of the mountain. I wondered if it was possible to get frostbite on your tongue (you pant a lot at 11,000 feet).  But the pants survived and kept me toasty.

   The next day, spring arrived, with 50 degree temps. I expected to sweat my knees off. But, oddly, I did not. Somehow, I stayed cool while diving into Mammoth’s famous Cornice Bowl.

   I finally have a smart, technical pair of ski pants.

   Now all I need is a jacket.

   With lots of pockets.


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