Roddie looks excited!



 

Readying the Jet Ranger with a mower, Sasha looks on.




 

OK Roddy is excited. How old are you Roddy?



 

All of a sudden we are surrounded by snow. Note there are 2 who look out of place. Miles father (gumboots), and the Pilot (denim).



 

Self.



 

After arrival we all went to work, Mike (pictured here) built an igloo, while others pitched tents and dug a kitchen.



 

After all was prepared for a comfortable nights rest we went off for some recon. None had skied this area before. Once we reached the top of the ridge in the background Miles and I went along the ridge to the right - eventually scrambling up a summit while the rest of the group skied a very aesthetic looking line just to the left of view.



 

The second day, Marcus Roddie Mike and Myself went on another recon mission towards Mt. Skihist. Here Roddie is looking dapper in his Oakley Git up.



 

Mike skiing.



 

Day 3 brought me and Mike out on some scarry ridge travel. On some of the sections we ought to have roped up - we had left the rope in camp so we obstained from roping up.




 

Mike ahead on the Ridge.



 

We skied this line. I'm pretty certain it is one of the steepest I'd skied. We waited for about 20 minutes or so in hopes that the sun would come out and soften the snow a bit for our descent. It went quite smoothly.



 

This is the fire pit on the 3rd night. Attendees are Marcus, Roddie, and Miles (reading). Note that the snow melted the pit to a depth of about 3 meters. You can see the previous nights chairs above their heads.




 

An impromptu mistake took me way off course. Me and Rez (dog) ended up skiing ot this giant boulder in the middle of nowhere - here I found some ancient aboriginal drawings. Red ochre.



 

The final day was mostly a slog out of the camp area. 15KM of logging road.



 


One shot of the campfire. Previous nights I'd enjoyed the sparks.