We find ourselves slashing fast arcs through sun-splashed powder in a ghost forest of charred spruces. That's how we start our Powder Highway mission.
On our first day, British Columbia delivers exactly what we came for. We find ourselves slashing fast arcs through sun-splashed powder in a ghost forest of charred spruces. It’s a typical day at Rossland’s Big Red Cats—fun people, gorgeous Monashee Mountain views, a few inches of overnight freshness atop a deep snowpack. And it’s an auspicious start to our Powder Highway mission.
Did you know that, despite being the world's biggest and stinkiest ski bums, we here at SKI Magazine weren't allowed to enter the Powder Highway Ultimate Ski Bum contest? Was there ever a more unjust event in the history of the world? Er, probably, but this one hurts the most.