Bailed to Canada: Whistler

We heard a storm was about to hit the west coast so we loaded up and headed to Whistler. It was dumping when we arrived… and was still dumping when we left five days later. One of the most hardcore chicks I know, Nadia Samer, gave us a tour of some great sled/skiing zones. 

The tits deep snow was great for skiing… not so much for sledding. The day turned into a bit of a struggle. I put my sled in a couple tree wells, got stuck multiple times, and exclaimed I was going to “sell the stupid ******* thing” more than once. But, as usual, the turns made everything worth while. (I can blame Dylan for this one)

The stoke level was high, smiles were contagious, and we were drenched to the bone. This state of being basically lasted the entire time we were in the Whistler area. Nadia getting the shot

We were lucky to get a couple days on Whistler/Blackcomb resort. The weather wasn’t as great as the skiing but we had a blast anyway. Thanks Nadia and Crystal Rose Lee for showing us around. Crystal and I working off last night’s beers.

We skied some great lines in perfect snow. Now that we know the area, we will definitely be back.

Canada, it’s been good. Real good. I will miss you dearly.

Claim.

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Bailed to Canada: Rogers Pass

I have driven over Rogers Pass, BC a half dozen times but the weather has always been so unbelievably crappy that I had no idea what Glacier National Park even looked like. A few days ago we happened to be in the right place at the right time and snagged a bluebird day of skiing. HOLY WOW. The Selkirk Mountains are grand and majestic. We were able to hike way up into the high alpine. The breathtaking views made the long hike enjoyable and sub zero temps manageable. The long descent and fluffy snow were icing on the cake.

It was one of those days of complete connection between myself and my surroundings. A quick reminder of the things in life for which I am grateful… so many things. Smile, Enjoy, Live, Laugh, Love, Peace. 

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Bailed to Canada: Revelstoke

Due to a serious lack of snow in Utah, Dylan and I hopped up North for a bit of classic Canadian adventuring. We threw a camper on the truck, loaded up the snowmobiles, and made our way to the land of good whisky and poutine. The truck landed in Revelstoke, BC just in time for stop #3 of the Freeskiing World Tour. Dylan’s last minute decision to enter the competition led to a quick removal of the tele bindings and addition of “training heels” in the Revelstoke parking lot.Our quaint little parking lot home

The original plan was to spend only one week in Revy, then head to a different resort. But, a delayed competition, serious dumpage of snow, and a little “knee to face” accident kept us here for over 2 weeks. Oh no….

The competition went well. The final run’s venue was one of the biggest, most badass, faces I have ever seen hold a competitive run. The skiing was jaw dropping. Major props to MSI, FsWT, and FrWT  for putting on such an awe inspiring event. Here and there, I had bouts of regret for not entering the competition. But, all said and done, it was nice to be supportive of others and let go of all the self-induced stress. Athletes flying first class to the top of “Mac Daddy”, the finals venue.

After the comp we followed tradition by partying our faces off at The Last Drop. The next morning’s sun was accompanied by head scratches and the usual anticlimactic  feelings of “what do we do next?” Dylan and I decided to stay in Revelstoke to do some skiing and brapppping with the Bomb Snow crew.  Shooting photos of a little tree jibbing sesh

The snow was great, the sun was shining, everyone had a smile on their face, it was Friday the 13th (just sayin’)…. And I decided to not check the landing of a small drop. ooops. Knee to face, bluebird day gone, and a nice trip to a Canadian ER. Contrary to somewhat ignorant beliefs, healthcare is not free up here (but it is cheaper). The ER doc was nice enough to let Dylan help sew me up and let Meg photograph the whole procedure. I will spare the gruesome pics.12 stitches later, I am somewhat of a happy camper… no, not really.

This is the day I missedKT and Rob honing their Warren Miller skills

Keep your eyes peeled for an edit from Revy, coming out as soon as I have another down day. For now, I am going to go eat some mashed potatoes, drink a beer out of a straw, and continue the healing process.

Healing includes skiing, right?