Backcountry skiing with dogs is fun. I don’t have one, but a number of friends do. Last week my buddy Jeff brought along his puppy Gordon for a few laps on 13,229-foot Red Mountain near my house. Gordon loved it until we strapped our skis on our packs and booted up an exposed ridge in 40 mph sustained winds and the requisite winter sand blast. On our second lap, he decided he didn’t want to descend anymore and started barking in place. By our last lap, he had had enough. Jeff stuffed him in his jacket and skied the trees back to the truck. After an hour’s nap, Gordon was ready to go again.