I am back to work at the spa, and frankly, I am glad to be sitting around for a little while. I just spent a week in Revelstoke, British Columbia, where I was competing in the Canadian Freeskiing Championships. Now, I know that people here in the U.S. of A like to think that we have the best mountains on earth, but every dedicated ski bum really needs to set the time aside to go to British Columbia at some point in their lives.
This is the second time I have been skiing in B.C., the first being when I went cat skiing at Mustang Powder which is right down the road from Revelstoke Mountain Resort. Yet again, I was incredibly impressed by the terrain. Revelstoke mountain has 5,620 vertical feet of drop and 3,121 acres of skiable (if you feel up to the challenge) area. Let’s just say that gumbi legs doesn’t even come close to describing the feeling you have by the end of the day. This mountain is also home to my new and all-time favorite lift-serve run called ‘Kill the Banker.’ This run is probably a little under 2,000 vertical feet of endless pillows and perfect drops. When I arrived, it had just snowed two feet, so I was like a pig in &!$%. This run was the best thing to happen to me since the invention of double rocker.
In addition to frolicking around the mountain, I had to inspect my lines for the comp on the venues Separate Reality, North Bowl, and the famous Mackenzie Face. My qualifying run went well on Separate Reality. I played it safe and stuck to skiing fast and only hit 1 8 ft. air and one 5 ft. air. I placed third and was able to advance to the next day. Day one of the official competition was delayed due to weather but when it finally came time for my to ski, I picked a fast fluid line.
My run was not as technical as the judges may have wanted, but I had a few good drops and finished in 7th place which allowed me to go on to the finial day on Mackenzie (a.k.a. Mack) Face. For our final run, we were dropped off on a ridge via a helicopter ride (way cool!), and as the first person to go, I served as a guinea pig of sorts. I was expecting powder turns, but as it turned out, Mack face was one giant lump of windslab. I was three big turns in when the snow literally ripped my ski off of my foot (As a 5’2 girl with my DINs at 11, this was a little strange). I was able to self arrest quickly, but took a conservative line down to the finish after I got my ski back on.
In the end, I placed 5th overall, which I am pleased with, but what I will remember more than the competition are the beautiful mountains, and my epic pillow runs I took with my boyfriend/photographer Dana and my younger brother Will.