Lockdown, our nice Bonnie Henry refused to use the word, but it sure felt like a lockdown. Restrictions brought in two weeks ago were extended today. Today was another Monday in our pandemic inflicted country. This time the non-lockdown measures were extended until January 8, these restrictions limited social connections Read more…
Three snow riding buddies carved their boards and skis across the freshly groomed slopes. The sky was a pure blue glowing overhead. Cookster, Barrman and the Big Boarder consumed the vertical of the mountainside and connected in an alpine wonderland. As the lines grew longer time slowed. The connections continued Read more…
I pushed myself to leave the bed as another Sunday began on the mountain. There was no new snow at Big White but the freshly groomed corduroy called to my spirit of freedom. There is nothing quite like the true feeling of freedom attained by carving a fresh groomed run Read more…
Fear and loathing, anger and hate, words and feelings that have taken over parts of our society these days. I never thought when this pandemic began that so much animosity could occur around a small piece of cloth or paper designed to cover someone’s face. Designed to protect each other Read more…
It’s Monday, November 23, 2020, the world has kept revolving, the seasons changing. Eight months of Mondays has passed since I began this journal of self-discovery. Eight months of Mondays since the world seemed to implode and we were all forced to take a pause. Now with case numbers climbing Read more…
I awoke early this morning; the ghosts of powder dreams fresh in my mind. Through the window, I saw the glimmer of daylight beckon me. I felt like a kid at Christmas, anxious to get up and unwrap my presents. Big White was opening again for skiing after eight months. Read more…
We had some exciting news on Monday. Big White Ski Resort is opening up on Thursday, November 19, over a week earlier than planned. With excitement in our veins, we made our plan. Eight-fifteen on opening day we will be in line for the first chair of the year. It Read more…
I stood in front of ninety of my closest friends and family. The sun set behind me and the room lit up. A feeling of euphoria and nervous excitement filled my body and my soul. I waited for the next chapter in my life to officially begin. To my left Read more…
Friday, March 13 was a lifetime ago. In real-time, it was nine months ago. It was the time before the coronaverse. It was the day the world stopped. We paused from fear of the unknown virus that was spreading around the globe at an alarming rate. The governments of the Read more…
“In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place, and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below” I heard the powerful words that touched my soul and filled my heart with a sorrowful pride. We Read more…