It was my twenty-first birthday weekend (January 30, 2015). Jack and I woke up to the neighbor's dogs barking in our North Vancouver apartment. We gathered our things and left around 10:00 am in order to escape the city and celebrate in the mountains. The avalanche conditions were consistently low across the board, and the weather was warm, so we decided instead of staying in a hut, we would find a nice spot to build a snow trench. We skinned up a valley north of Pemberton, BC for about three hours and decided on a spot in the tree line and next to a flowing creek to pitch camp. The day was spent building and customizing our home out of snow with our shovels and hands. The snow was about 5 feet deep in the area, so we decided it was best to build a trench with a tarp instead of a snow cave.
We felt like we were kids again, building a fort, and playing make believe. "Our kitchen could be here and our wood stove would fit perfect here!" Jackson exclaimed. It was our personal, peaceful spot in the mountains, where none of our worries of school or work could exist, just the nature and us. Once the sun left behind the mountains, and the valley's temperature dropped, we finished building our table, shelves, and bed and began to prepare dinner. While cooking, we discovered we had company in our home, snow spiders! They moved at a slow pace towards the heat of the stove and we placed them outside since we only had enough food for us and couldn't share with them. On the menu was cheese fondue with apples, bread, and sausage along with other goodies. Our snow table was our make believe bar, where we ordered champagne to complete the meal. It was a clear night, but soon snow began to fall.
After eating, we played games and danced until our stomachs were upset. In the morning, we woke up to ten centimeters of fresh snow. It was so heavy that when we woke our tarp had concaved about a foot lower, and we could no longer sit up comfortably. We put on our boots, got dressed, and shoveled the snow off our tarp. Next, we enjoyed breakfast; a serving of warm oatmeal, a piece of dark chocolate completed with dried raspberries, and some warm tea. It was perfect, but it was also time to get moving and get some turns in, so we said goodbye to our temporary home.
Jack and I threw on our heavy packs and skinned up the valley. The snow was wet; it was hard to get our legs to move. Slowly, we made it to the area we wanted to ski; below the tree line because of limited time and avalanche conditions. We took off our skins and headed down. Our skis were obviously not waxed right because we were moving at ten miles per hour, where we would usually be moving much faster. After gaining momentum, we had a nice run through the snowy trees and scored some sweet pow turns. We skied to a nearby hut and warmed up, then continued skiing to the car.