26/12/2025
December 26, 2004 my poppa suddenly passed away while skiing at Red Mountain. He had grown up in Rossland, helped build the ski lift and absolutely loved to ski. That love passed on to me, and somehow I’ve made a career out skiing powder and taking photographs. Skis (and snowboards) have given me so much over the years, but it’s been quite a while since I’ve packed up the ski bag and gone to a foreign land to slide around on snow. Living in the BC Interior I’ve been spoiled with epic skiing so it’s easy to stay home and just enjoy the privilege of growing up in this area. That said, there’s something really great about exploring a new place on skis.
It’s been a whirlwind of booking last minute flights and double checking very extensive gear lists, but finally I’m sitting on an airplane headed somewhere I’ve never been before, for hopefully the adventure of a lifetime.
Thanks to my wife, and my family for all the love and support dealing with the crazy logistics of living in a rural center and travelling half way around the world during the holidays.
Any guesses where I’m headed?
First photo by the very talented from an adventure a lifetime ago in the Westfjords of Iceland.