An epic lays beneath any adventure

A beautiful sunrise. We only had about an hour before it was really overcast.

HJC rippen around a super cool tree. So much powder.

Hunter soaring through the trees.

Gord Haine rippen through the trees.

HJC gettin' a real taste for the powder after dropping off of a cornice.

An early start to the morning outside the cabin.

Outside our palace for a quick view.

A window of stars with amazing light on the cabin.

Our musical performance before bed by Justin Vance.

A perfect moment to start out our day.

At our whits end all six of us were dehydrated and lacking food in a bad way. We had been going for 12 hrs in hope of being in the right place at the right time. Nothing seemed to be going our way. Just as we were about to give up...He turned up.

Our Jumbo ski trip had been planned for years. It was only this year that we finally brought it together. Gord Haine, Hunter Corrigal, Gordon McArthur, Bill Newsome, Justin Vance, and Scotty Graham, the crew was set.

Getting an early start was the best thing that we could have done. Why you ask? Let's see...we got to the sledding parking lot and went the wrong way for a while. Once we were on the right track, the beater sled (out of the three) decided to call 'er quits right in an avy path. Attempting to take three people per sled roughly 10kms was a slow process. Breaking trail in deep, deep snow, all the while the skins on our skis suffering due to too much snow–leading to skins failing. Having to boot pack up retarded steep terrain. Back tracking so that we didn't have to cross super sketchy avalanche terrain. Searching in the dark for a cabin that was covered under what seemed to be endless powder. Needless to say, our early start was the first of many blessings.

After 12 hrs of traveling we finally found the Jumbo cabin. Our faith was tested. We were pushed beyond our physical limits. We were right where he wanted us to be. Broken.

Naturally, with our time of excitement, (finding the cabin) we decided to celebrate. And what better way to celebrate than with a 4ltr box of wine (compliments of Hunter). Romping around in our long underwear, warm as could be from the roaring fire...we had become kings of the mountain. Nestled in our cabin, that we had to dig down to get to, all six of us were right where we wanted to be. That is until 2:00am in the morning when Gord H. found himself outside with much discomfort (due to the wine and expired backcountry food).

Our weekend was compiled of sick lines, deep snow, great photo opps and amazing company. There were many laughs that will be talked about 'til no end.

Our descent from the cabin gave us an incredible opportunity to ski some epic lines. Remembering where we had come up, we knew that going down would be unbelievable. Besides from having to ski with 60lb packs on, the lines were steep, deep, and wild. The whole way down lead us all with screaming and cheering. Well, except when i skied into a 5ft creek well. I must say, that didn't excite me at all.

What defines a great trip isn't the line you ski, or the jump you hit...it's the fellowship that goes on within the trip. It's the times when someone is last and in distress and a group member goes back down to help. Or when someone's skins fail and one of the guys walks behind him so that he doesn't slip backwards. It's when someone waits until everyone is safe, holding back so that he can observe, making sure that everything and everyone is ok. Or when everyone is tired, a group member takes control and breaks trail, pushing himself so hard...even though he too has nothing left.

A great trip is marked by the ones involved. A great trip is remembered by the community of friends that stuck together. This jumbo trip portrayed more than just skiing. We were blessed with an opportunity to portray His greatness.