March Madness

The pow has been piling up. Lots of persistent weak layers right now in the snowpack, but that doesn't matter too much for endless powder skiing here at the lodge.

Enjoy the latest video...

February 2012 at VMT

A quick update, with some footage from the last 2 weeks. We went from bomber stability and high pressure, skiing new and seldom visited lines to hiding in the trees while it dumped 120cms of snow last week. Fun times regardless of the day that is for sure!

Enjoy...

High Pressure Harvesting

Looking down at the Pass from Video Peak

From my last post you might think that all it does is snow up here in the Selkirks of British

Columbia. Well, usually it does and for most of January it sure did. Alas, last week the snow hose shifted its focus, and squinty eyes and sun burned noses returned to the mountains of BC.

With my father in law, the original owner of my backcountry ski lodge Valhalla Mountain Touring, in place as the hut keeper, I knew I needed to get out of my neck of the woods and go play in the big peaks of Rogers Pass. A quick 2.5 hour drive from home (not including the snowmachine ride to my truck and the half-hour ferry ride inland), Rogers Pass is the number one place I go to play when I have some time off. If you haven't been, its time to change that, as it is host to some of the best road-accessed ski touring in the world, hands down.

However, my "time off" didn't last very long, as a client of mine got in touch from snow starved Alta, Utah wanting to connect and ski in Rogers Pass as well. Being that I am a mountain guide for a living, I couldn't say no, especially since I know I can drop the hammer with Andrew (my client) and never lose him. He has the luxury of retiring at an early age and ski touring out of his front door in Alta, and is notorious for skiing 7 to 8,000 vertical feet every day he heads out. A day of work with him is like showing a good friend who is keen and fit a good time in the hills, with no compromising the objectives that I want to ski. But then again, my job is always about going out and showing great people a great time in the hills!

Working our way back to the top of Video Peak for more perfect pow

We met for the first day of high pressure and skinned up at the front door of the Glacier Park Lodge, the lone hotel in the middle of the pass. For $100 a night, two people can share a room, with world-class ski touring everywhere you look. With temperatures still cool, 20 cms of fresh, non-wind affected snow everywhere and bomber stability, we set out to ski until we ran out of daylight. We headed up Video Peak first, one of the easiest access summits in the park, but still 4,300 feet of uphill to get the summit, and a 35 to 40 degree 1000-foot headwall that you must negotiate to tag the peak. I dug a quick pit to confirm what I knew about the snowpack: no persistent weak layers and no slab on with any storm snow weaknesses. Before we knew it, we were eating lunch on top and staring down a 2,000-foot run of perfect boot-top pow. It was so nice, we had to do it twice. We then busted over to the thigh-burning 2,500-foot 8812 bowl for a lap, and finally found a nice 1,000-foot treed pillow gully to take us home, 9,500 feet for the first day at the pass in the bag!

With the warm, high pressure settling in, I knew we had to act on the second day to ski any solar aspects, as they were going to get cooked by the sun. This was a no-brainer for what objective to choose — Rogers Peak. With 6,300 feet straight up from the highway to the summit in one push, and a 1000-foot, 45-degree headwall, it is in my mind one of the crown jewels of ski objectives in the pass. Glaciers, old growth, moraines, steepness, knife-edge summit ridge, this line has it all. For the icing on the cake, I decided we should link it into the Tupper Traverse, another uber classic of the pass, that involves skiing around the rock sentinel of Mt Tupper, and exiting via a 4,000-foot avalanche path down to the highway. Halfway through the day we caught up to some friends of mine, five to be exact, and we all spent the day together and I convinced them to ski out the Tupper as well. We cruised along, skied the headwall in amazing snow and enjoyed the epic long descent back to the car. All told, 7,800 feet of up and 8,500 feet of down.

Don't slip...skiing down the knife edge summit of Rogers Peak

Andrew moves over to the headwall of Rogers

Tracks laid down on the headwall

2 grand behind us on the Tupper traverse exit.

2 grand in front of us on the tupper traverse exit.

Day 3 and it was time to explore the other side of the highway for some shadier options. If Rogers is the crown jewel of the north side of the pass, then Young's Peak is the gem of the south side, with 5,500 feet of gain up to the summit via the famous run known as the '7 Steps of Paradise'. How can you go wrong with a run name like that? So once again we rocketed up, ate lunch on the summit and skied another epic glacier run of a few thousand feet to the valley bottom. Of course while on the summit we looked across the valley to another amazing summit and run, Castor Peak and the glacier below. So, with another 4,000 feet of uphill, we hit the peak and enjoyed another massive run in sweet snow back to the car, with another 9,500 feet in the bag for day 3.

Looking out at the Sapphire Col zone

Summit of Youngs Peak

Skiing down the 7 steps of Paradise on Youngs

Skiing down from Castor Peak

Climbing down from the summit of Castor

Day 4 came along and no one was tiring so I planned to bring Andrew up another new valley for him. This time we went up Loop Brook to the Lily Glacier and ascended 5,000 feet to the Dome and the summit of the Rampart. We did a few laps of the 2,000-foot glacier and then opted out of skiing down the Dome glacier, as we could see it was wall to wall tracks from the weekend traffic, and where we were had plenty of untouched lines. So once again, another huge powder run to end the day and 8,500 feet of skiing under our legs.

Summit of the Rampart

Inversion in the Pass

Our last day came, and the weather started to return to normal with no more inversion and some moderate winds in the alpine. The highways crew was targeting all of their new guns on the avalanche paths in the clear calm weather, so many zones of the park were shut down. We decided to return to the Video Peak area of Day 1, but put a few variations on the first day's theme. I was keen to ski a line I had done before, the north face of Video, but a little bit of slab from the winds, and a cold, dark look down the super committing 45-degree convex role to drop in, made me hesitate. Instead we took another run down in the powder on the SE face that we did on the first day, and went for a new summit, 8812. Wrapping around the back from Bruins pass, we entered a much more remote, glaciated basin, that no one had skied in yet. The summit is guarded by a short 50-degree headwall requiring a few minutes of boot packing. Five meters from the top, while booting up, I triggered a shallow hard slab that tried hard to wash me down the face, but luckily I was near the top and hung tight. Andrew was tucked behind a rock, safe and sound, so no worries there. I guess my instincts were right to not drop in on Video... I wouldn't have buried myself in a slide, but losing a ski that far away from home in the backcountry is not something you want to deal with. We clicked in and skied a beautiful line down the north glacier for 2,000 feet, climbed back up to Bruins pass and skied the last 4,000 feet back to the hotel and my commute back to Valhalla Mountain Touring.

Summit of 8812

Last run down from Bruins Pass

In five days we skied a tally of runs that has taken me a bunch of years to accumulate. Timing and partners is everything in the mountains, and Andrew and I managed to put it together for an unbelievable ski trip to Rogers Pass.

Non stop cold smoke

Good times keep rolling, 2-2.5 meter snowpack at treeline, and setting up nicely!

Getting into the groove

Fitness is coming back, the snow keeps piling up, and the cold smoke is all time. Enjoy.

Another season begins...

And here is a video to prove it! Back at blogging again...look for regular updates.

I am alive...

And finally have some time and inspiration to write something down!

'Summer' as the time between June 21 and September 21 is commonly referred to, has been an enigmatic entity in my life this year. We usually think of Summer weather starting in the beginning of June consisting of shorts, swimming and big climbing days, but alas in coastal British Columbia, we accept the fact that it is often June-uary - cold and wet. And La Nina kept its icy, er soggy grip on us on the coast. So after getting home from Italy psyched and strong, the projects were lined up, and soaking wet.

No worries, a new bike entered my life, and to Benny (my dog's) delight I spent way more time spinning pedals then clipping biners. But June-uary had another laugh, in the form of 'the hand of god' as my friend Brad calls it. It is the phenomena of riding wet rooty trails on the coast and your bike just flies out from under you like the hand of god pulled the tablecloth with dinner all set...and dinner came crashing down to the floor. I was dinner, and one of my ribs and my intercostal muscles were the china. Benny sat on the trail watching me in pain with the wind knocked out of me wondering what I was up to. There were animals to chase and trails to run, could I get on with the show? I hobbled out the last 5km of my ride and ate some pain killers knowing all too well I had done some damage. Xrays, the doctor and the physio confirmed a broken rib and nothing too much worse. "Can I climb and bike?" asks the wounded exercise/endorphin addicted victim. 'Light exercise is fine, but let pain be your guide.' I guess I have a high pain tolerance, because two days later I was doing things like climbing Freeway (10 pitches, 11+) and working on my 13c severely overhanging project with good progress...with the pain of what felt like someone stabbing me in the abdomen being my guide. I quickly adapted the 1 day of biking, next day of climbing, with working on a new multi pitch project as my summer schedule. And alas July became Jul-ember, cold and wet, and I soon realized that my goal oriented climber mentality was taking to trying to ride new bike trails cleaner and faster more than failing again on my project.

And then it was August, and I had nothing to show for it climbing wise, but man was biking so much fun! My two month staycation of no work and just play in Squamish (with a broken rib) had evaporated and it was time to work again for pretty much the entire month of August, with a few days of frenzied, and I mean the tiger has been let out of its cage recreation. So of course, there are no good pictures of June and July, but the theme of my August has been stopping to smell the flowers. I have spent the last 3 weeks up at my backcountry ski lodge in the Valhallas, doing maintenance, glading, and best of all a bit of hiking guiding. Literally, stopping to smell the flowers, and wow, why have I not done this before? So let my photos be a guide of what I have been up to. Follow along...and in case you were wondering, I 1 hung my project before leaving to come out here, so it has burrowed its way into my brain gnawing at me to come and send it when I get home this week.

August, a time for fun in the sun, right?

Smelling frozen flowers, La Nina laughs again!

Don't worry summer showed up...

Ya, it really is like this here every day, skipping through wild flower meadows


Shannon Ridge line still holding lots of snow for August

Heather on top of Big sister with some big Valhalla views.

Jasmin and I then had 2 whole days off together for the month of August, so we decided the best idea was to cram as much as humanly possible into the 48 hours as we could. Saturday was my pick, the 35km 7 summits in Rossland, an ultra classic ridge crest mountain bike ride that is literally single track forever. It was that good. Sunday was more Jasmin's pick and a bit of mine too...we climbed an alpine rock route on the west face of Gimli, the showcase peak of the Valhalla Range. Then on Sunday night we basically fell asleep on the dinner table. But our Kootenay Klassic weekend was well worth it.

Buff singletrack and wildflowers...forever!

More 7 summits

It might have been 4,000' up, but it was also 6,500' down!!!!

Jas summitting on Gimli

A close up of the ice breaking up in Mulvey Basin below Gimli. Its the middle of August after all, time for the lake to thaw!


I love this shot, south face of Asgard on the left, Valhallas stretch to the north, this is where Jasmin grew up, lucky her!

After another week of hiking guiding Jasmin went to the coast to climb in the Tantalus range with her dad for his 60th birthday, how cool! I am still at the lodge, in major labor camp mode, alternating days of firewood and staining the lodge, staring at the wood letting my rage to play build, and finally exploding in my random day off of epic kootenay mountain biking. Last week I rode in Kaslo, a great 2 hour ride called the access trail, lots of single track and technical hill climbs. Then the other day I was riding some local stuff near New Denver, and was stalked by a cougar, but luckily my ballsy hound scared the cat off...I guess (thankfully) cats don't like dogs! And finally today I went for the local ball buster, a lap up the Idaho Peak. Idaho is quickly becoming famous for epic 5,000' car shuttle mountain bike laps, but me being the avid ski tourer and slightly anti mechanized travel type, decided to bike up the logging road to the summit. The cars driving by to hike from the summit ridge made me feel like I was at the front of the peloton on the tour de france, blown away that I would even consider powering my self up the 20km/5,000' uphill. In my head I conjured up bumper stickers like "I bike to shuttle drop offs." because in the end why do we have gears and pedals? But 2.5 hours later we (Benny and myself) made it. I had heard rumors of some epic ride down the north ridge so I decided to give it a try and followed the bike shuttlers tracks. Half old mining roads (eye watering fast) and half crazy good singletrack it was an epic ride. I snapped a few shots from the top. Enjoy, and get out there and have fun!!!!!

Yeah, the theme of the Kootenays in summer, epic vistas, epic wild flowers, epic biking, and epic use of the word epic.

Kilometer 19 of the climb, one more to go, summit in sight!!!!!

Views to the south of Kokanee glacier

Valhallas, with Gimli on the left side horizon.

Cool view across the mighty Slocan Lake to my neck of the Valhallas, Big Sister and Vingolf are visible to the trained eye. Very cool to see 2 summits I had been on in the previous week from here! New Denver is the town on the lake.

Hoping the trail on the ridge was the right one to follow! It was!

My partner in crime ends the day the only way we know how to around here, by jumping in a river (or a lake!)