Why I Ski in a Tutu

In 1987, a woman named Kathy Phibbs planned a trip with four female friends to the top of Mount Saint Helens in Washington. After a seven-year ban, climbing permits were being issued for the first time since the 1980 volcanic eruption. Phibbs, a climbing guide often described as a “firecracker,” felt a celebration was in order and wore a red chiffon dress to mark the occasion. Her companions dressed as can-can dancers.

At the summit they happened upon a reporter from the Seattle Times, who snapped a photo of the triumphant women in full regalia. A week later the shot ran on the front page, and a tradition was born. Now, every year on Mother’s Day, hundreds of climbers and skiers visit the summit of Saint Helens wearing all sorts of ensembles—dresses are just the start. People (and dogs) of all ages put on hats, scarves, opera gloves, skirts, wigs, onesies, leis, retro ski suits, and boas as part of the fun. As soon as I learned