Report from December 22, 2025

In the parking lot yesterday, I randomly ran into my friend, Mike, who was a hut keeper on one of my BC hut trips about 5 years ago.

He had a crew of 3 and invited myself to ski with them.

Mike and his two buddies huddled up, peeked over at me, and then one asked, “Miles, are you cool?”

“I’m OK…” I said.

For some reason, they let me in.

I had no idea what I was in for…

These guys were on a mission.

No breaks, no water, no food, quick transitions.

I barely kept it together.

The first chute we skied held perfect snow and was melllow and happy.

Then, Matt took me to a skinny rock-filled flute that flowed into a stunning, left-bending chute.

Matt went first, revealed stones in the chute and crushed the thing top to bottom.

I couldn’t believe how quickly he appeared on the apron, throwing huge plumes of smokescreen.

I couldn’t handle the drop from where he started…

The rocks had me freaked out.

I side-stepped down a bit, then pointed it.

Zero to 50 in seconds.

My first speed check turn in the chute exploded in my face.

It was deep.

I barely kept it together the rest of the chute, trying to balance too much speed, a small air, and not digging a tip.

From there, they raced up the opposing slope.

I battled to keep up.

We skied in the sunshine and it was truly dreamy.

Deep snow, lower angle, baby trees, pure fun.

Back up to drop off the other side of the sunshine daydream.

Matt pulled me into a hanging snowfield above a cliff, over a windlip, and into a full-throttle chute in deep snow.

Run #4.

Matt ripped 2 turns then disappeared over the rollover. 

Again, he came ripping out onto the apron only seconds later.

“Must be pretty good,” I thought.

I dropped into the void, grateful to have his track to follow on the upper shelf.

After a few confused turns on high, I found the chute and pointed it.

The light bouncing off the opposing ridge’s face illuminated my dark trajectory.

I leaned in, breathed hard, and let gravity do the work.

Speed check turns sent snow exploding off my face and chest.

I could feel the snow rushing over my shoulders.

I screamed as I came to a rest and told Matt he was crazy.

From there, the boys all had to get back to the real world.

I was completely spent yet unable to let go of this over-the-top day.

We said our goodbyes and I started up the next ridgeline.

35 grueling switchbacks later, I was on top.

I knew I shouldn’t have come.

Fortunately, the slope was mellow and there was no reason for fear.

My first 2 turns were wind-crusted, then the snow slowly loosened up, and my turns gained length.

I opened the throttle fully, felt the wind in my beard, and enjoyed the slippery glide of the slope.

Towards the bottom, the trees tightened, the snow deepened, and I laughed as I dug deep, frequent turns through baby trees and immaculate powder.

I took some navigating to get home from there and I was truly exhausted.

I was very glad to see “Yukiyama,” my trusty steed.

One of the best days I’ve had anywhere.

Thanks, BC!

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