An aesthetic face that, while visible from the resort, can’t get skied often.
Spring has to be my favourite time of year to ski. It’s funny really, because growing up in Calgary I always thought of it as the the indecisive, slushy ugly duckling of the seasons. There will be annoying ruts in your street. The sun will come out for just long enough to melt things, and because it did, tomorrow it will all freeze in formations that would leave Dr. Seuss shaking his head. You… Read More
I missed the opening bonus weekend at my home mountain. Hardly impressive, I know, but in my defence I was skiing. It just happened to be at Nakiska for Canada’s National Ski Cross Championships. Because I missed it, when true opening day rolled around this past Saturday and the hill had been closed since the weekend prior, I realized I was going to have to make up for lost time.