Dunn-duh-duh-DUNNNN-DUNN, dunn-duh-duh-DUNNNN-DUNN . . .” When’s the last time you felt like blasting “Ride of the Valkyries” on your way up a ski slope?
Ah, yes, I love the smell of lip balm in the morning. Nothing else in the world smells like that. And there’s nothing that’s going to put it to the test quite like sticking your head outside of a helicopter on a cold, blizzardy day in the Canadian west.
Welcome to the high-adrenaline world of heli-skiing, where whirlybirds chauffeur skiers to places chairlifts dare not: the untrod backcountry.