Rally It!

Just to make up for the fact that we weren't at the Boulder Hut, The Griz decided to cheer us up by dumping 40cm on Fernie last night. We were all up on the first bus and smashing pow by 9:15am. The freshies didn't last long however, as the weekend crowd from Calgary soon had the mountain cut up so much it was just a load of powder moguls by noon. It was at this point that we had a choice; feebly make our way around them or man up, get loose and rally it like a boss. I remembered something Jens said to us on the first day: 'The aim of this course is to give you the ability to ski the whole mountain, in any condition, and ENJOY IT!' After 5 1/2 weeks of practice in all types of condition, the latter option was the only one that would do!

I think it snowed...

This is what happens when it snows at the weekend...

We killed it all morning and early afternoon, but Matt and Ruben who are staying on after the course, headed back on the early bus. I wanted to make the most of my last days and saw it through to the end on my own under the watchful eye of The Griz. As I headed up the Bear lift I noticed the patrollers opening up the sign line to feed lower lizard bowl. SCORE! It had been closed all day so it was just a blank canvas waiting for human contact. I straight lined down the lift line and was one of the first in to get my powder fix. The run was only short but those turns are priceless. By the time I got to the top again there was nothing else to be had, so headed back down for the bus. At the bottom I ran into Leon, who had been abandoned by the powder pigs and left to ski alone all day! Gutted!

Tonight is Riders night!

Tonight was our last time at the Fernie Ghostriders game so we were eager to make it memorable. The support team was on form and the goal tender, Shaberhorn, barely got a quiet moment to himself all game. 'My nan has coupons that save more than you Shaberhorn!' was a personal favourite!


It's the playoffs so the win was critical, thankfully they obliged and post game celebrations got underway. We hit the Raging Elk and Matt decided we were having a big night by buying a pitcher of beer just between me and him. From there, it moved to the Royal for 7 Jagerbombs in a row and drunken dubstep dancing. Tonight just added even more justification to the phrase 'Nothing good ever happens in the Royal!