I'm sliding across the bottom of an ocean. More precisely, an ocean hundreds of millions of years old thrust some 2,700 metres into the sky. No worries, though — the same sun that once bathed these ancient reefs shines on in a clear blue sky, and the rocky seafloor is nicely cushioned by a generous amount of Canada’s lightest snow — the kind skiers go gaga for. Not only that but I have, in a single leisurely run today on this treeless expanse, skied from Alberta into British Columbia and back again along the Continental Divide, stitching together a drainage that tilts west to the Pacific with one trickling eastward on a long, convoluted journey to the Atlantic. Add in the vista of the extensive lift network I’ve ridden all day and a plethora of fellow skiers enjoying three adjacent mountains like ants at so many picnics, and clearly there is much going on at Sunshine Village ski area outside Banff, Alberta.
- Self Drive