The interior of British Columbia -- those words bring images of bottomless snow to any snowboarder's mind. If you're into that sort of thing it's a great place to go. Me, I love that variety of shred and found myself in the thick of it in early January. I crossed the border into Canada with loose plans and an open-ended agenda. It turned out I was right on-time. Three days after arriving in Revelstoke, B.C. I linked up with the crew of Absinthe filmers and riders Nicolas Müller, Sylvain Bourbousson, Mathieu Schaer, Justin Hostynek and David Vladyka, who were all posted up at Revelstoke Mountain Resort.
I was invited to work alongside Müller and Hostynek for a spell, and we focused on some of the spots they had scoped in previous days. RMR offers up a lot of variety when it comes to terrain. The snow stability in the alpine was not good, though. To prove this point someone was taken down in a slide just above us on the second day. It was an easy choice to opt for safe zones lower down in the trees.
Thankfully the features are densely packed into the sub alpine forest at RMR. Müller kept rambling from one feature to the next like a proverbial kid in a candy shop. The man has an eye for matching transitions, trajectories, and lines for huge airs to pillows everywhere in the woods.
After five days of riding at RMR, we reluctantly left our comfy slopeside accommodations to push on for new mountains. A short drive south with an intermission on a fairy ride blurred by until we found ourselves nestled in at Hostynek's country home outside Nelson, B.C. From there we set our sights on what Whitewater ski area had to offer.
Whitewater is a community hill with phenomenal terrain, less than an hour outside of town that is absent of slope-side condos or a base area village. Several days passed by with no sun, just countless pillows under the greybird's wings. When that big fiery ball finally popped out of hiding for a brief few hours we made the most of it.
It's a funny thing, sometimes when what you have been waiting for finally comes you don't know what to do when it arrives. The sun disappeared as quick as it came and it was back to the greybird. Müller still made quick work of spotting lines and turning pillow fields into terrain parks.
All said and done it was an epic trip. I found exactly what I came thirsting for, and did so in good company. My advice is this: if you want a goggle tan and a temperate shred experience the interior of B.C. is not your place. If being passed by overloaded logging trucks at 100 km/h on the highway doesn't phase you, and you thrive in cold temps and deep snow then the interior of B.C. during deep winter just might be your spot.