We’re back. These are the Fernie ski days we live for. When I left my house Thursday morning a few cms covered the walkway. At the end of the day, fresh snow broke my boot tops.
On the hill every run was new tracks knee deep. And light. And there was no one. No one.
Repeat until the legs give out.
Let’s go here. Let’s go there. Let’s just go.
This is the Fernie we love. Yahoo. Let ‘er rip.