Report from December 24, 2022
We awoke to new snow.
It dark up here this time of year so we sleep in and don’t make it outta the hut until 10am when the light is finally starting to illuminate through the clouds.
We skinned up the kitchen window’s view – a ridgeline with tree skiing options.
The snow quality was dreamy.
Smooth turns through baby trees.
After too smooth baby tree runs we dropped down to the lake.
Below the lake exist pillows.
We guessed it was likely the tide was too low for the pillows to go.
We were wrong…
The little pillow section was definitely funky but clearly skiable.
I dropped first and despite 2 of the bigger pillow drops to flatness and near stopage the pillows skied great.
The snow was damn near perfect.
The skin back out from the pillows was a battle.
Low snow, downed logs, cliffs, rocks, pillows and moss kept it interesting.
Felt a bit like solving a Rubik’s Cube at times.
Once back at the top we went for one more run through the pillows.
On this run I took a hard fall on a flat pillow, lost a ski, and was truly humbled as I swam and crawled through the deep snow to find my lost ski and get the damn thing back on.
We, especially Greggy, were fired up and happy.
The pillows go…
Maybe some of the other, bigger pillows zones go?
We climbed home tired, wet, and satisfied.
The nightly sauna was more intense than usual with searing temps and the occasional hallucinogenic visions.
Some rode the Spirit Horse.
Meatloaf, potatoes, and garlic bread for our 2nd group dinner of the trip.
Thanks, British Columbia!