Dec 17, 2007
Whistler and Needle Peak Dec 15 and 16 2007
This weekend has been full of celebrations and skiing; two things that I enjoy doing. Friday night I was grateful to be invited to a Christmas celebration party and catch up with an old group of friends that I haven’t seen in ages. Unfortunately for that it proved to be a long evening and didn’t get home until late.
I awoke early Saturday morning and Matt, Luisa and I headed up to Whistler to check out what it was like to ride the lifts again. It proved to be a great day with lots of snow, good enough visibility and a fabulous après where I got to run into some old friends and roommates of mine. Love the après. Although, the hill was great fun it just doesn’t give me that spark like it used to. I will admit this….I think I have become a backcountry snob….I have experienced the luxury of deep fresh powder, the thrill of physically maneuvering myself up a mountain. The peacefulness of skiing with some of my closest friends and zero crowds…zero line ups and no freezing cold chairlift ride up the mountain….I truly love the backcountry and its difficult to compare it with the resort skiing…actually there is no comparison to be made…backcountry is just more my thing. Despite all that it was a great day and I don’t have any complaints….Shreddin the pow with some good people always puts a smile on my face.
We arrived back into the city fairly late and I managed to get myself to party number 2 with all my gear, no shower and no dinner. It was great to see everyone, meet some new outdoor enthusiasts and run into some old friends.
Sunday morning 6am Jay knocked on the door of Marg and Kala’s place (I crashed there as well) and off we were to Needle Peak. It proved to be such a fabulous day. It was a steep skin up right from the cars with tight trees and lots of snow. We finally got out of the bush and it we were surrounded by a beautiful backdrop. You could see mountains all around and way way way below was the highway. We got three fabulous runs in.
The lower half of the runs provided us with thigh deep champagne style powder. We were all feeling a little tired from skiing and partying but this trip was well worth the lack of sleep and early morning. My turns are feeling better each weekend and one day I’ll feel comfortable skiing the tight trees but for now the open space is just my thing. When I’m in tight spaces I tend to get nervous and out comes my beautiful snow plow….hehe.
I really enjoyed breaking trail for the last big up we had before the tricky descent back to the cars. It’s a different sort of adrenaline rush being in front breaking trail…, its just you, the deep snow, the mountains and all your muscles burning and hurting trying to reach the peak. I LOVE IT!
This weekend I’ll be in Ottawa visiting the family and looking forward and planning my next ski trips.
Live, love, laugh,…DREAM!