Island Lake Lodge TR
Four days in Fernie BC, Island Lake Lodge. YB informed me a couple weeks ago of this potential trip. This was another empty seat that I was more than happy to fill. A close watch of the weather showed that this could be an epic couple days. It was hard to make the decision. The snow in Aspen was pretty epic with the forecast looking even better. General rule of thumb, don’t leave powder to get powder. I broke with the rule and was treated to the best four days of untracked steep tree skiing, never crossing another track and was treated to some of the greatest terrain I have ever seen. Combine this with a super passionate group of guys and two of the best guides I have ever skied with, the game was on.
My inviter, pilot and driver. YB
Entering Fernie
The parking lot for Island Lake Lodge guests. Light was unreal.
Yeah, there was no snow up here.
Me enjoying some deep snow
and great lines courtest of big Steve
Our Host enjoying his first couple laps in the deep pow.
Big Steve handing out some Sleemans after the first day. This guy was 220, 6’3” and absolutely killed it. He let us go wherever we wanted (guiding me into some great terrain and airtime) with no reservations. Highly recommend him and his girlfriend as the guide and tail guide if you head up there, they work great together and the dynamic is perfect.
Big Steve prior to dropping into the Backsides’ Left Hook, 1800 feet of 40 degree gladded trees with bottomless powder.
SDP getting into the alpine and having at more untracked powder.
The lodge buried in snow.
A great view of Island Lake and the Lodges
Candice our tail guide
Mike enjoying Left Hook of the backside.
Day 4 went code blue. A fresh coat of paint and this place was ready to go off!
The obligatory point
This is pretty funny, I was stepping off the cat and I was looking into what I thought was a snowbank. The light was super flat. There was a fluorescent post there (I thought it was to mark the trail). I turned around and jumped off the cat’s track backward and started sliding down on my back and head first into a sink hole (yeah the post was there to mark the sink hole, not the trail). For a couple seconds I thought, holly shit what have I done. Visions of guys falling off of cornices in Alaska and sliding a thousand feet entered my mind. Luckily I stopped.
Inside our ski lift.
Heading out
Wheels up at 7pm, missing the super bowl was a small price to pay for unlimited virgin pow.
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