It’s a crisp minus 22. The crystals that yesterday drew a halo around the sun now form a magic carpet on the snow, casting light in all directions. I’m with a group of skiers traversing North America’s largest alpine meadow, a swath suspended like a billowing hammock from a rampart of skyward peaks. The path ahead isn’t really a path; it’s more like a sightline — a promise on the horizon that slowly pulls us upward. Gliding through this landscape on alpine skis with climbing skins, we cross trails made by pine martens, their paw prints revealing sprints from tree to tree. This is the beauty of backcountry ski touring, the feeling of being an extra in a silent film about paradise where the loudest sound may be the squeak of your boots. That is, until you cross tracks, literally, with a group of giddy snowshoers belly-laughing as they race one another down slopes with waist-deep powder. Yes, snowshoers, because at Purcell Mountain Lodge, everyone — including non-skiers — is welcome in winter. In the Purcell Mountains, an offshoot of the Columbia range, the lodge sits about halfway between Revelstoke and Banff, as the crow flies. To get here, you go as the helicopter flies, 15 minutes from the town of Golden, B.C. A 10-room timber structure (there’s also a library, a boot-drying room, a large dining room and a cosy corner with a fireplace and a killer view), the lodge barely makes a dent in the topography. Inserted into a gentle slope that hovers at an altitude of 2,200 metres, this home away from home is surrounded by peaks, including Mount Sir Donald, the 3,300-metre-tall pyramid that dominates the backdrop. |