(Last Updated On: July 3, 2012)
For last day of skiing in BC, we headed to Blackcomb. I’d skied there a few years earlier, but it was during a storm cycle and I never actually saw the mountain. It was good to be able to see this time. And what views we had! We kept the camera in the pocket most of the time as it was frigid once again. However, I couldn’t resist whipping it out for a few scenics.
Soon, it was time for me to go home, although Frank stuck around for another week and a half. We headed to Vancouver in a snow storm and stopped at Stanley park along the way.
It’s always good to check out new areas. I just wish that we had been able to get on a few bigger lines while the weather was good and the snow was stable for the first part of our trip. But, such is life. Better luck next time. Needless to say, backcountry access in Pemberton is difficult. The long access roads sound easy, but are definitely not! Everything there is much bigger than it seems. When I stepped off the plane in Gunnison, I took deep breath. Our mountains may not be as big or quite as extreme, but Crested Butte is home. It’s good to be back.