January in interior BC serves up more powder that Pablo Escobar at a Lindsey Lohan party. So much so that just like the former addiction, film companies have become addicted to the waist deep cold smoke that blankets the region year after year.
This year I was fortunate enough to be invited on my first cat skiing trip with MSP for their first film trip of the year. Sitting here pondering about those past two weeks I realize I don't have much more to say. There wasn't any drama of getting gnarly, any major hangups or extreme challenges, just a plethora of powder flying up in and around my mouth for 14 days straight.
So again, like plenty of posts before, I'll let the pictures do the talking.
(Side Note: I realized the camera didn't come out much during the pounding snow fall we encountered for 12 of the 14 days there. So most shots are from the 2 days of sun we did have. Whoops.)
Photographer Adam Clark and I bolted high up to the peaks really early in the morning on day one. Ended up being one of the most beautiful sunrises I've ever witnessed.
Yup. Still gorgeous.
Then it started snowing.
Ingrid Backstrom getting barreled.
Callum Pettit popping 3's of poppers.
Ingrid Backstrom and her honey Adam Clark mimicking Henrik Windstedt's and I's closing scene in last year's Matchstick movie...but in a far more heterosexual way.