fwiw, and just to throw in an often unheard opinion, I hate big baskets. I understand that people like them for traversing in pow, etc. But the extra swing weight you get from a big basket fully loaded with snow when you take it out of the snow pisses me off. Every time you pick it out of the snow, it's got a big 'ol clump of snow hanging there. I hate 'em. I find myself always shaking that snow off the top of the basket.
For traversing in pow, learn to angle the tail of your ski uphill (or- upsnow), so your side-step forces you to move forward as you apply weight to the ski.
Big baskets are a pain in the ass, imo. And that's just imo.
I mainly ski pow. Your standard aluminum Scott with the racing grip has been my favorite pole for like 20 years.
technology in pole development has got to be the biggest crock-of-crap that the ski industry ever produces.
If you ever bend an aluminum adjustable pole, its adjustability will greatly decrease, no matter how straight you can bend it back. For verticle hiking, where a shorter pole is desired, just grip it below the grip and move on with your life.
Snowboarders, however, can benefit from adjustable poles for their stow-away capability.
Have I vented my POLE frustration here enough yet?
On a side note; don't ever buy those wing-shaped Smith poles that are supposed to be aerdodynamic during their front-swing. They honestly fly away. stupid. And carbon poles vibrate more than my wife's warm-up rigs.
The best poles ever made are basic aluminum stock, racing rubber/pistol grip that sticks to leather gloves, and small 2" diameter solid-patterned baskets that don't tear at all the weak spots. those star/snowflake patterned things tear super easily.
For thrills, wrap a few layers of hockey tape below your grip for a second/vertical hiking grip. This tape can also be removed in emergencies to seal up any pant or glove tears, etc.
When you're done, use more hockey tape to wrap your strap at it's desired length. How often do you have to adjust adjustable straps, anyway? I hate pole straps flapping away at my cuff.
Okay, rant off.