Don’t come to this Pacific Northwest sleeper for the shopping or the nightlife. Come for the snow.
It can’t possibly still be snowing. The snowpack can’t possibly be this deep. My luck can’t possibly this good. Then I remember—this is the Cascades, where a 200-inch base by midwinter is average. Luck has nothing to do with it.
The typical Chamonix day? There isn't just one. Chamonix's appeal is anything but North American in style.
Set at the foot of Mont Blanc, Europe's highest peak, Chamonix was once a quiet French provincial farming village rich only in its surrounding landscape. These days it's a bustling mini-city that attracts ski bums, rock rats and adrenaline junkies the way Hollywood attracts aspiring stars.
Make the trek to Whitewater in Interior B.C.-including the four miles up the access road, past 20-foot snowbanks and the echoing concussions of artillery shells-and you'll realize you've arrived in a rarefied place.