Bit of a late post, but better late than never. At the start of this epic storm cycle we've been having, a huge posse of us (9 I think) headed up the Duff, I mean Duffey Lake Road, for some deeeeep backcountry shredding. A few hour skin up one of our favourite spots led to a wide open, juicy, chute. Slid a bit up top, then opened up for some fast, wide open turns.

Here's a quick and super random video from the day. Doesn't do it any justice, but pretend you're getting the faceshots...

For lunch break we went to check out the new Lodge we'd heard about in the area, only to have the surprise of the weekend. Knocking twice on the door, nobody answered. After a 3rd attempt, a grumpy dude opened the door and quite bluntly explained that it was a private hut. Then tried to make chit chat about what lines we were skiing to change the subject.

RIIIIGHT. A private hut, on public land, cold chillin' right on the lake shore of a ski touring spot that's accessed from the road within an hour. Make that 5 minutes on a sled. Pretty sure it's a memorial hut for someone we have many friends in common with, but hey, guess it's a selfish memorial? Anywho, love to see how long that lasts in an obvious location at a popular ski touring spot that just got published in a travel guide, and soon a ski touring book.

Yep, it's game on. After failing miserably to ski two weeks ago, and narrowly missing a heli trip up to the glacier, I needed vengeance big time. And so began the desperate weather watching, hoping that one day soon, the Whistler area would be shreddable once again. We all saw what was lining up for Saturday... not to be missed.

     Jonathan Armstrong high above Cayoosh Mountain. Photo: Pat Mulrooney

Andre Charland oldskool in Cerise Creek.