Skiing has never been my forte. As a kid I schussed around on the swizzle sticks, cross country-ing my way over frozen beaver ponds and hillocks in Georgian Bay. I've always detested resort skiing. I was introduced to the genre at the pretentious yet pathetic hills of Southern Ontario where an accidental bump into someone's mint S9's in the lift line would lead to a belligerent rant about etiquette and "style." Nothing like a fully grown human sounding off about a scratch on their top sheet to make you consider becoming a climber...
Fortunately, the BC backcountry is still safe from this kind of condescension so that is where I will go. Also, it seems that El Niño is delivering the winter we've been wanting, so thank you (again) Nature, bring it!
Here's our Boxing Day posse atop the singularly named Sugarloaf mountain
Our glorious ringleader Ross Bergfuhrer
Even though Ross said he was not guiding that day, he insisted dropping in first, every time, something about "the safety of the team"
Here's Holly keepin' it tight in some terrain that felt a wee bit Alpine
Kev - A real MOG with a spirit that can barely fit in his giant frame
Helen -
Escarpado y Profundo
Heli Skiing: I guess understand why so many friends drop off the map from December through March
Holly enjoys
le powd'air
From here we could see the lineups for the great Boxing day sales in Whistler that we were missing
The
glisse train continued with Yuki, Bram, Ashley and Helen.
More fluff...
Bram getting all
scientifique inspecting a little roll I popped out
Yuki not missing Japan even though it's soooo hot right now!
Thank you friends and thank you Sea to Sky Country
