A forced bushwhack through Canada
The previous night we had dreamt and drooled over potential pillow lines that lay hidden in the backcountry of Blue River, BC. Spoiled by helicopters lifts earlier that week we finally had to put some work in to earn our turns.
And it quickly turned into a classic; “there is a perfect section just over the river and beyond the next plateau.” Which often becomes a forced bushwhack through the hills. Such was this part of our march through the Canadian Rockies…
We embraced the words of R. Amundsen when he said, “adventure is just bad planning.” And despite dragging ourselves up a winding creek bed for six hours, we did our best to take in the sights and sounds of the Rockies. As with any uphill, it will most likely be followed by a downhill. But this time around we didn’t discover the pillow line we had dreamed of in the RV the previous night. It was getting dark as we merely made our way to the base of the steeps as we had to turn back.
A playground then opened as we discovered our tracks up the creek laid out and epic and hectic adventure over fallen trees, through rocks and over crevasses. Rushing water offered guidelines as we followed our typical philosophy of “Speed is your Friend” and flew down the creek. We fell, lost a ski, and broke a binding but we made our way to our travel companion down on Yellowhead Highway.
