One winter morning in 2008, Scott Lippman was driving to Taos Ski Valley in New Mexico. He should have been giddy-a storm had dropped fresh powder overnight. But he wasn't. "On every run, I knew I'd have to stop halfway down and unbuckle my boots, because I couldn't feel my toes," says Lippman, 48, an inventory liquidator who lives in Santa Fe and often skis with his wife and 16-year-old twin daughters. He'd recently dropped $500 for footbed heaters and custom insoles and hired a professional fitter to stretch and grind his plastic shells into submission. None of it made the boots tolerable. After the trip, he considered quitting the sport for good. But first he did some Googling.
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