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Because I Was Bored: My Epic Jasper Ski Trip

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In order to have the time to lay out and execute my plan to teach ESL in South Korea, I determined that I needed to quit my job to give myself the breathing space required to satisfy the myriad of steps to secure a Korean work visa and with it, a job.

However, during the ensuing time between leaving my job and boarding the plane to Korea, there was a lot of lag time spent in Calgary going for daily walk in the suburbs, working on my website, and watching Youtube and the Walking Dead. Yawn.

After about a month of this, I was getting restless. The time was ripe for a Jasper ski trip!  For one, there was a ton of powder in the mountains that wasn’t getting shredded … I decided it was up to me to do my solemn Canadian duty to ensure that no line, be it high in the alpine or in a tight glade , went undisturbed.

Second, many of my Jasper friends were still in or near town (the opening photo is a view of the front range of the Rockies from the industrial town of Hinton, Alberta, where two of my former tour guide friends lived), so a visit to these fine folks were definitely in order.

Little did I know, I would get a lot more champagne pow that I had bargained for…!

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First though, I spent some time with my dear friend Brooke and her adorable puppy dog Layla. We spent a couple of days going for long walks through the forests and fields behind her neighbourhood (Canada’s an amazing country, as the wilderness is anywhere from steps to a short drive away from your house!), catching up on the past year, and watching awesome movies!

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I also took the opportunity to drop in on another awesome friend, Stephie!  As a contrast to Brooke’s place, this locale had a distinctly feline flavour.  I would have gotten a better shot of Eddie And Axl Rosie, but they were too busy om nom nom-ing!

After arrival in Jasper and sorting my ski rental for the following morning, I had lunch with another work friend before deciding on my activity for the afternoon: climbing Old Fort Point … in winter!

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The sublime waters of the Athabasca River were made much more effervescent by the slate grey sky above, a harbinger of events to come that weekend.  But first, I had a glacially formed hill to scale first … little did I know that it would be the most harrowing experience of the entire trip!

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It was a tough climb to this point, but the hard packed snow provided enough traction…

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The views of the main range in the distance were quite excellent on this day, but I was more focused on maintaining my balance at this juncture, as the ground underfoot had shifted to mostly glare ice, or loose shale … hurray!

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Made it to the top … now to get down (note to everyone, as well as myself: use crampons next time!) 🙁

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Warming up beside the fire at HI – Whistler’s Hostel (recommended despite the distance from town), I pondered the reports of record snows the next day.  After being skirted by hyped storms in the past, I knew better than to get my hopes up too high…!

Alas, Ullr visited my favourite mountain town with full fury the next day (and the one after that…!)

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It was the day that every powder hound hopes and dreams will happen to them at least once in their lifetime … that particular day struck for me and many other Jasperites at Marmot Basin (it was a weekday, so the city folk were at work, helplessly watching us carve up the sweet, sweet blower…!)

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The view from my favourite cruising black diamond run … the powder hides the skiier created moguls, which form during periods of low snowfall.  Some people treat it like a minefield … I just dive right in!  I need a GoPro 😛

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Slash is one of my favourite runs at Marmot Basin … it starts out innocently enough, and then a steep drop smacks you down just as you’re getting into a comfortable rhythm.  Just attack it – staring over the precipice will only get you in trouble!

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It was a ski selfie kinda day … but it wasn’t over yet…!

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From carving up the powder on the less trafficked blacks and in the turn or die woods, it was a day well lived.  All told, 71 centimetres (2 feet, 4 1/2 inches for any Americanos out there) fell that weekend, stranding me in Jasper for another day.  So, what did I do?  I stayed and skied another day, of course!

No photos on that day though: I focused on soaking in the moment that day … even travel bloggers have to step out from behind the camera sometimes! 🙂

What was your most perfect ski/boarding day in your life like? Share your stoke-filled tale in the comments!