Who's been here?

Enough? No way! Need a break? Nope. Want more? Absolutely! This have been fantastic three weeks with fresh powder, beautiful groomers, some white outs, more sun than expected, tree skiing (with some hugging), undisturbed by bears but beautifully guided by a bunch of crazy local skiers, who’ve been living the life that we live now for the last 20 years. I start to understand how it feels to be among the slower skiers in a group: uh – you’re there, let’s go! Let…me…catch…my…breath. OK, while you catch your breath we’ll have a little recreational smoke harvested in our backyard and watch you panting. Adding insult to injury? Absolutely not – this is so much fun- Revelstoke rocks.

And the rest of the family: let me pick out one member – Max. Instead of heading for school on a Friday morning he had ski training. Happy Max? Happy Max:

What do the little Breadbaskets do, when they’re finished skiing? They go tubing:

Local women Shendra and Alex took me out into North Bowl and Boulder Mountain, a free rider’s dream, to try to find the powder that one of them had been showed by a Ski Patrol a couple of days earlier.

Beautiful day with the mountain peaks (Mt McPherson and Mt Begbie, I believe) just about sticking out, we took the “skiers most right” run, Greely Bowl along the outer boundary but we somehow managed to get lost. Not quite sure where we were and very much aware of dangerous cliffs, we took a joint decision to walk back up to the trail rather than ski down through the trees. Good decision, as it turned out, when we came down and glanced up we realised we had been standing just above some killer cliffs! I really admired Shendra’s and Alex’s responsible attitude; just 6 years ago two skiers died sliding down a chute and going over a cliff in the out of bounds area on Boulder Mountain.

Who of us skiing men did not have the predicament of somehow balancing gloves, helmet while trying to find the deserved and long awaited relieve? It either meant holding the items in one hand whilst trying to aim with the other or putting them down somewhere where you’d rather not put them down. In Revelstoke Mountain Resort I found the perfect solution:

Heck, this is already the 13th day of skiing in Revelstoke – time is flying! When we arrived we met Revelstoke as we expected it: lots of snow – uh, not snow, the lightest, fluffiest powder you can imagine. In the last few days we met a Revelstoke, that we had not expected: nice and sunny, albeit not warm. Rather cold. But beautiful:

The picture was taken exactly at the European New Year – Happy 2016! The pictures below of mother and daughter illustrate the potential that we see in little Molly. And while Mama drops her arms, Molly has them up just like she should.