Another weekend, another couloir? Well, almost.
Only pooped myself a tiny bit.
An 11,000er that isn't a slog and has great skiing. What more could you ask for?
A weekend at the Lightning Strike Cabin and some of the best snow I've ever seen.
The pessimists, haters, and snobs are doing an excellent job of making sure I always get first tracks.
Why would the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation want to talk to ME?
Booked a great hut, tons of fresh snow, sounds perfect right? Well we bailed. Learning to recognize when it's time to go with Plan B is tough. Learning to accept it is even tougher.
Another New Year's hut trip. Food, friends, and a shit-load of skiing.
A great group, a great location and great snow. Makes for a pretty great weekend.
Just. Let. Me. Charge. Dammit.
Wouldn't be a proper start to the season without at least a bit of a clusterfuck. Right?
Two guys, alone, in Kluane National Park, looking for the steepest lines in Canada
Don't mind us, we're just killing some time in the shoulder season...
The highest peak in the Southern Canadian Rockies. Unsurprisingly it's a chossy pile of shit.
Pack the car and tell your boss you're sick, because life's too short to go one minute longer without going to Ten Sleep.
