Wake up as the daylight starts to fill the town.
It’s 8:30 a.m., and it dumped snow all day and night yesterday. I’m mentally preparing my list for the day… Make coffee, shovel driveway, walk the dog, run some errands, do the laundry, wash dishes, make a hearty dinner.
But all of this goes out the window after shovelling the driveway. There’s no way I’m not going to get into that powder. If this is what it looks like in town, it is sure to be a complete show up at Kicking Horse.
After missing the last good dump of snow, it would be a shame to let this one go to waste.
“Maybe just a lap or two,” I tell myself, assuring that I will at least get the laundry done later.
The streets aren’t cleared. Getting to the main street is a chore as my SUV slips and slides all the way there. I have a nice hot coffee in hand, and I’m ready to take it slow, all the way to the top, despite my excitement.
I don’t even know if anyone is up there today. I didn’t bother calling. There’s no friends on a pow day.
The lineup is endless. There are so many people that woke up today with the same idea. I decide it’s best to get a breakfast sandwich for the wait. After, I jump in the singles line, and I see a bunch of locals again with the same idea.
It’s not moving very fast, but I don’t mind. I know once I get up there, there will be plenty of pow to go around. And, I know some personal favourite areas to snowboard, where I’ll be pleasantly alone.
Everyone probably has a favourite route by now, and I’m eagerly waiting for the ride down. On the way up the gondola, I plug in some music and set the soundtrack to my day. I listen to a wide variety of music, but today I decide it’s time for some electronic and indie mixes. It’s upbeat and happy, suiting my mood.
After a couple stairway laps, my unseasoned legs are starting to get tired. I step into the yurt, and unzip my jacket. Already, I am sweaty from playing so hard. Getting a beer, I crack it open as I sit down, but before I even take a sip, I chug some water.
Playing in the powder can be hard work, but it is super rewarding. I’ve decided my next will be the last run of the day, and plan my route down Feuz Bowl. The snow beneath my board reminds me of waves on the ocean. Leaning back, I daydream about surfing.
All of the way down, there’s a smile on my face. The first real powder day of the season (for me), and I’m sure there will be plenty more to come in the future.
The only downside to a nice day like that, is the lineups at the Gondola. At one point, the lineups were taking more than an hour to get everyone to the top.
The runs weren’t crowded, but there was a fair amount of people on the main ways down. Sometimes being a snowboarder is difficult, especially when people are doing big turns in front of you on the cat track, but there are plenty of options to jump into some powder-filled bowls to avoid that.
But, all in all, it was a beautiful day to be out, and waiting in line was totally worth it.
If you’re flying solo, I hope you meet good people in line or on the gondola. Enjoy your day, we’re all here for the same reason.