About the Book
There never really was a typical day for me on the slopes, except to say that I always had my camera with me and always posted images from my day of skiing when I got home. No matter what the snow conditions or weather, it was a joy to traverse the various runs and try to capture as many different details as possible. The way I looked at it, I was on a mission to try and tell the story of what skiing on Hudson Bay Mountain was like. The grand, wide-open panoramic vistas as seen from the very top of the mountain almost became too easy to shoot. Instead, I consistently challenged myself to seek out the tiniest of details that to me were just as important. One such moment stands out in my mind. On this particular day it was still quite cold, about 20 below Celsius, and I was taking the Lower Sidewinder trail from the Prairie T-Bar back to the lodge. Along the way, in between the various chalets and cabins, there was a stretch of snow that immediately caught my eye. The gentle undulating curves in the snowpack were lit with the most magical light. So I stopped and photographed some of the hoar frost decorating the snow. Upon further contemplation of the scene, I noticed a stump that had some different frost formations, so I trudged through the snow to take a look. I was rewarded for my efforts with the most magical formations of frost I’ve ever seen. Tiny, delicate feather-like flakes were my photographic subject for the next several minutes. It was quite profound when I realized that without these tiny flakes about the size of your fingernail, we wouldn’t have a ski hill in Smithers.