Fresh snow is best experienced cold and alone. No waiting for friends to show up, no farting about and no debates on where to ski. Heliskiing notwithstanding, when there’s three feet of fresh, I almost always run solo. On those days the singles’ line is my waiting room. It’s my means of moving through the crowds in the lift lines and staying anonymous and focused on shredding as much pow as I can.
No singles’ lines here…tree skiing on the Last Frontier
Photo – Caton Garvie
For as long as I can remember I’ve dreamt of going heliskiing. As a teenager I would have visions of endless lines deep in the heart of some remote mountain wilderness where a few hearty souls spent their days out on the edge of snow exploration shredding waist deep blower until their legs were jello.
This is what I want…
Photo – Dave Silver
There are so many types of skiing: powder, park, pipe, urban, racing…the list goes on. All of them pump you full of adrenaline and allow you to explore new places from a different perspective. But heliskiing is on another level. The wildness, the vastness, the deepness; these are all reasons why heliskiing can transport you to what feels like an entirely new world. Perhaps it’s an unfair advantage, but heliskiing has one thing that no other skiing experience can offer: a helicopter. Therefore, it can offer a couple of other exclusive experiences…
Like this. Photo: Blake Jorgenson
It’s tough buying skis these days; too much choice. Skinny, fat, super fat, reverse camber, rockered, not rockered…it’s getting a little ridiculous. Plus there are more ski manufacturers now than ever, from the big companies to the dozens of small, independent ski fabricators cropping up all over the world. It’s a tough choice, especially if you are like me, where owning a quiver of skis is just not practical. So what’s a dirtbag to do?
Even for this, 108mm underfoot is plenty…
Photo – Dave Silver
25 Metres. That’s how much. It’s early December and while the only skiing on offer on the south coast of BC is of the man-made variety in frigid Arctic temps, the north coast of BC has been getting stormed on since early November.
Photo – Rand Lincks
And it well has to. Reaching that ridiculous average of 25m or 82ft of snow each year is an achievement in and of itself. To put that in perspective, other ski resorts can’t even come close to those numbers. Whistler, for instance, averages about 10 metres per year and even Mt Baker, which boasts the ‘unofficially’ highest annual snowfall for ski resorts worldwide, records an average of 16.3 metres. Continue reading