(Last Updated On: April 17, 2018)
After our excellent day at Bridger Bowl, we got in the car and went straight to Whitefish, a tiring five and a half hour drive after a day of skiing, but necessary to get another day of skiing in. Whitefish is known for being cloudy, but our two days there featured a complete lack of clouds, perfect for checking out the nearby peaks of Glacier National Park.
We had hoped to do a tour in the park, but our friends informed us that conditions were a little thin still. The other thing Whitefish is known for are the tree ghosts that form high on the mountain, and thankfully we were able to experience them.
Looking down the valley from the ski area:
Our guide for the day, Sean, took us on a short tour to the canyon off the back side which still had some powder despite the lack of recent snowfall. Brittany:
Whitefish is a nice little town and we had some nice views that afternoon looking back at the ski area.
On day 2, our friend Ethan joined us along with his RMF posse. We searched out the steep little stashes this mountain has to offer, which somehow had escaped the edges of local skiers. Features like these would get hit pretty quickly at a place like Crested Butte, but Whitefish doesn’t seem to attract the same type of skiers.
One other thing I should add about Whitefish is the groomers. I’m usually more interested in steep, natural terrain, but Whitefish offers up some of the best groomed runs I’ve ever seen. One run in particular was a narrow groomed path weaving through the trees of the Hellroaring basin area, basically a snowcat drivers’ version of boondocking. It’s no wonder Tommy Moe grew up here. We had a great time in Whitefish, but it was time for us to move on… Next stop, Fernie!
Update: In December, 2014 our friend Ethan Johnson passed away after losing 2+ year battle with brain cancer. His loss continues to sadden us. He was a great person to have in this world, and he will be sorely missed.