By Kelsey Dzintars Staff Writer

Riding in the powder-filled British Columbia backcountry, I caught my nose, threw a tomahawk,
tumbled thrice and a half, and landed
upside down in three feet of the fresh and
light. I discovered snow in nearly every crevice except down my pants, thanks to this
wonderful onesie, my only base layer on the
10-degree day. With a 350-degree zippered
waist, optional hood, and moisture-wicking
fabric, I’m always ready to kick some ass,
even in pink paisley.