In January 2008, after years of saving, I realized a ski dream with a trip to Retallack in the Selkirk Mountains of British Columbia. As the son of a factory worker and a graduate of the school of Hard Knox, this was a lifetime trip. We skied natural glades through ancient old growth forests and ripped ridgelines filled with deep, dry Kootenay pow!
Knowing my chances to return were slim, I skied every run like it was my last.
On day two the man himself arrived. Oh the luck of the Irish. I was in the same lat/long as Seth Morrison! With only two cats at the lodge and one filled with some corporate types, I felt my chances to ski w/ Seth were golden! The next morning it was disappointing to learn he was in the other cat.
But dolor faded fast under a brilliant bluebird sky as our crew chewed up vertical lapping untracked zones. That evening in the mud room as I pulled off my boots, Mr. Morrison walked in and sat down. He was quiet. I was real quiet. Finally, I said nice boots man. You like them? He replied, wouldn’t ski anything else.
I ride with Crazy Horse!