We headed up the David Thomson Highway to check out ‘Nothing But the Breast’, but as our luck would have it, there was a party already on the route. Knowing the misery of climbing behind others and being bombarded by falling ice we choose to move on and try ‘The End of the Line’.
Back for our annual pilgrimage to Canadian ice, we found that all the snow so desperately sought for in Europe has also come to Canada! Avalanche warnings galore, but that didn’t stop us taking a trip to Field for Guinness Gully.
How much is possible in just one weekend? Well, partly thanks to cheap flights a weekend in the Alps is possible. But what about redecorating a flat and going on a long ski tour all day Saturday too?
This boot is all we found from the last party brave enough to traverse the mine that stretches out through endless darkness beneath the Moelwyn mountains!