A favorite little stash in the Southern Selkirks delivered again, with 3 days of ridiculously deep powder skiing. Check out the video of Andrew getting right into it.
Michelle joined us in the search, and psyched herself up for some drops. Check out the video.
I was inspired to create a mascot for the cabin, in solidarity with the caribou with whom we happily share these powder smothered forests and mountains.
After delaying our planned departure in order to ski the first 4 runs on an unexpected 23cm powder morning at Red, we headed towards Kootenay Pass to begin a 3 day backcountry cabin trip, but found that an avalanche had closed the highway.
We had no information, so filled in some time skiing the Gas pipeline back towards Salmo (actually pretty fun skiing), but eventually had to abandon our ideas of touring in in the dark, and returned to Rossland. We’ll try again tomorrow.
My brother Cam and I skied together on Christmas morning. The Red chair opened for the first time this season, the sun was shining on the smooth creamy powder in Poochie’s trees, and only a small crowd of die-hards worked on tracking it out before the clouds rolled in at about 10.30am. One of Cam’s good childhood friends is getting married back in Oz, so we recorded this short video to be played sometime during the occasion.
With 3 days now of skiing on Granite, they’ve all been powder days! Today was smooth, soft and sunny, and I’ve no complaints but that my legs are a little fatigued from all the vertical I’ve been clocking. Rather than waiting around for the Silverlode chair to open, and enduring the 12 minute ride, I’ve been hiking up to Motherlode, an easy 20 minute warm-up and almost guaranteed first tracks (other than Francois and Michelle beating me up there and dirtbag patrollers poaching my lines).
Granite mountain finally opened for lift serviced skiing today. I hiked up to Motherlode early for coffee, breakfast and 2nd chair. The coverage on the upper mountain was pretty good, got a bit thin through the rock-bands, and was an overgrown mess lower down except in the few places where the brushing crew got to this summer. The powder wasn’t deep, but consistent and carvable on the fatties. There were no lineups, and Michelle, Jordy and I lapped our favorite lines, which were refilling with the constant heavy snowfall and strong winds. After 10 charging runs my legs felt worked, and it seemed prudent to rest for the many powder filled days to come.
Until recently I wasn’t aware that Retallack had any permanent residents, but Stan and Deb have made it their home, and Stephanie and I were fortunate enough to have Stan give us a guided tour, literally of his backyard. With snowmobile assistance for the first 1500′ we climbed another 2500′ directly up behind the house, taking turns re-breaking the skin track that was constantly filling in.
In a couple of days of skiing, our small group hardly made an impression on the the glades of thigh deep powder accessible from the ridge-top, let alone the untouched bowls dropping into Whitewater creek. I’ll definitely be back.
With little fanfare and almost no warning, Red finally opened this morning, and I joined the small crowd who showed up to ride the new Silverlode chair. The chairlift does what it supposed to, and 10cm of new snow made for smooth skiing, but there was no getting around the fact that this is an almost completely flat beginner’s area. I made 10 short turns on the first less-flat pitch, meandered across the middle fairways (they certainly make me feel that I’m on a golf course, and not a ski mountain), and then got in another 20 turns down Corky’s or the old Granite lift-line. Sort of fun, but 4 runs was enough. I’m now off to Retallack in search of powder, and might even hit what is sure to be an incredible opening day at Revelstoke on Saturday. Let’s hope Red gets dumped on and that they can soon open up the real terrain.