It was the middle of March and I was in a beautiful lodge in the heart of the Selkirk range skiing great lines with good friends when I realized that it was spring. This is not an easy concept for your brain to accept when you are surround by white snow and you still are required to wear a big puffy jacket as you eat a kit kat before skiing.
The other concept even more difficult to accept is that soon my winter break was going to be over and it would be time to go back to drink wine and ride the bike. Now dear reader, you must understand that for me this means going back to work.
A normal person might feel happy and thank full after 5 months spent wandering around B.C. skiing as much as he possibly could. But, I am not a normal person exactly. Instead I was attacked by a sense of panic, fearing that once again I might have wasted time this winter and still left some...
I have never been a runner. Nor have I have ever wanted to be a runner.
It has never even crossed my mind that one day I might actually imagine to consider the idea to run a marathon. But we all know that life sometimes takes unusual paths. Indeed, this seems to happen more often with me.
January 1st, 2015 my long time ski partner Phil is back home to Revelstoke after one missed winter. He has a lot of skiing - or riding in his situation - to catch up on. One month might seem like a lot of time. However, it is not a lot of time when you live in a place like Revelstoke were the opportunity to wander around stunning mountains covered in snow is more or less limitless.
The conditions this year were not the best according to most locals. Listening to conversations around town … the snow was never deep or soft enough. But when you ask a Venetian skier and a Montr...