Part 3 of a 3-part series of guest-posts by Maggie, documenting her second trip to the BC Interior.
After leaving Revy, chasing a storm down to Nelson and Whitewater, we made our last stop in Rossland, furthest southern resort before you hit the border.
Red Mountain is unlike any other mountain I’ve ever ridden. You can actually ride 360 degrees from the peak. Doesn’t matter which direction you go, every way is down. The mountain is ringed by cat-tracks so you’ve always got a route to a lift (and there are many) or the lodge. Because it’s further south it didn’t get quite as much snow as Nelson, but still an impressive dump. They’re more laissez-faire with glading, so the trees can be really tight and challenging in places, but still fun.
We stayed in a grungy, nasty hostel but it was super-cheap. The food in town is really great, right across the street from the hostel was a really hip but still reasonably priced izakaya style resto-lounge. The people there are super-friendly; our server at the restaurant invited us to a house party a few blocks away. It was awesome.
Summing up the British Columbia Interior
The thing I like best about these resorts is that they’re full of chilled-out locals; you don’t see crazed tourists and boozy college kids mobbing these hills the way they do at Whistler. You’ll still find specimens of the steezed-out, rainbow sherbet too-cool-for-school types, but mostly it’s just home-grown powder-hounds looking for endless turns. The atmosphere is laid-back and welcoming and nearly impossible to leave.
About the author: Mags is a precocious, acerbic, blogger, snowboarder, hardcore lover of coffee, craft beer, and anyone who reads. When she’s not ditching work on powder days to slay the BC glades, or dogging the rest of us for not living in the PacNW, she blogs about art & stuff at Art Toronto.
