a perfect storm

Revy, Northern Bowl, -30C and looking for friends to play...

On Monday night we climbed into bed, our bodies immediately asleep, but our minds seemed to have missed that turnoff. We duck, float and fly through tons of fluffy white powder. A never-ending ride until sleep does finally take us. Our perfect storm has arrived.

Saturday morning, 6.17am. I open our motel door. Scratching my head, I try to remember what the snow forecast was, to explain the contradiction in front of my eyes. Somewhere out there in the car park, our car is buried by a ton of snow. Our plan to have a relaxed day before heading up to Great Northern cats is immediately revised and we head up to the hill to enjoy some pow at Revy.

Which one is ours?

Windscreen management was an issue on Saturday

Revy buried.

It continued to snow during the day, so by the time we arrived at Great Northern they were reporting 50cm in 30 hours. The next morning the powder was so deep that at times it seemed bottomless. We had to revisit and pack out our newly learn vocabulary, like faceshots (multiple) and (almost) snorkeldeep. To make it even better, we had struck a lucky week and only had 5 other people with us in the lodge to enjoy 3 days of knee to waist deep powder.

The Frontside at Great Northern: burnt down a couple of years ago leaving a forest of dead black trees to ride through.

Deep it was.

Our crew and guides.

Apero Paralyzers by Tanis. 

Creeking: much to my surprise.

Dan doing his avi homework.

After 4 days floating around it was time for another break. A good local tip from Brett lead us to Halcyon springs for the night to melt our acids muscles.

Halcyon.

The next morning we hiked out to St. Leon springs to enjoy a more natural version.

 1hr digging, 1.5hr walking, we were ready for the tub. But getting changed at -15C just isn't that fun!

Our walk back to the car, with views of Arrow lake.

Once again we found ourselves at Revy for a few days. The weather report was promising sunshine, but terribly cold temperatures for the next day. To be more precise, -30C with wind chill. And so ended a perfect week of storms.

Our last days in Canada are being spent in Vancouver and Whistler mountain before coming back home.

Snow ghosts... 

...and alpine geist.

Just how many trees?