Voyaging North. April/May 2013. Part 2: British Columbia

Rolling into BC was all about turning the page. We hadn’t had much luck with weather in Washington, but that was okay, we were on to the next adventure. I had heard a lot about the Keith Hut from friends and other bloggers before we left on our trip. There was promise of high elevation snow and amazing ski touring out of a phenomenal little hut. We stopped at a couple ski shops in town to grab some last minute repair items and to pick up a map. Apparently by the end of April every ski shop in Whistler and Pemberton has already converted to bikes. We had shop owners tell us we were crazy, and that only the real “keeners” would look for snow during bike season. But luckily we were just that, KEENERS! Keen on finding some pow! Rob was skeptical as we dropped in elevation from Whistler to Pemberton. The snow disappeared, and it became clear why everyone was talking about bikes. I insisted on keeping the faith alive. Would my friends and fellow bloggers mislead me? No! We left Pemberton and started climbing into the mountains. As I expected the mountains started to get snowy again.  At the trailhead we ran into a local who was headed out for a little solo afternoon jaunt. He gave us some “beta” on how to get to the hut, which turned out to be terrible advice. We geared up for a few nights out and were off to find the Keith Hut!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe followed the drainage and were making good time. It started to rain on us, but we knew that meant snow up high.


At first, there were some tracks to follow, but they eventually disappeared. The route finding seemed pretty basic according to the map, and especially with some “beta” from our local friend, how could we go wrong? Well the map was not the best, and the “beta” was even worse. The local we met indicated that the Keith Hut was just above treeline, and recommended following the drainage to where the stream stopped. This was all terrible advice. Either he had never been where he had claimed, he was trying to mess with us, or he was just awful at conveying his message; we were led astray.  We put in some extra vert and mileage looking for the hut than we needed to. It’s just not logical to put a hut above tree line. We dismissed everything we had been told, and started over at the drainage. After some more studying of the terrible map, we were able to find the hut nestled amongst the forest, not far from the drainage. I was happy to be at the hut, especially since we packed in some extra beverages that would not normally make the cut on a backcountry excursion.


We went to bed with full bellies and snow in the air. We awoke in the morning to wonderful fresh powder! We were stoked, and it was still coming down.


The visibility was not great, but the riding was phenomenal! We even found some massive roller balls!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The stoke level was high!


The wood supply was empty, and although we could have gotten by without a fire, we really wanted one! So forage we did!


We awoke in the morning to even more fresh snow! The basin was ours, and life was good!



Face Shots and smiles all around! Another amazing day taking POW laps in paradise!

The next day we had plans to ride a striking line called, “Cheques in the Mail”. It was perfect to hit on our way back towards the car.


The view from the top was out of this world! It was time to ride a 2000 foot pow line!


What a phenomenal line! I will be back to the Keith Hut!


We were hungry bears by the time we got out, so we feasted at lower elevations!


Stay tuned for an update about the Alaskan portion of our road trip! Thanks for reading!

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