Revelstoke Revelry

After a drive that featured highly limited visibility and seriously snowy roads, we made it to Revelstoke at 9pm safely.

The first night of a road trip is often hard to reign in. We had dinner, watched some hockey, drank excessively, and found ourselves at Revelstoke's only peeler bar which featured one dancer all week long. This joint is the social hub of the town, everywhere else is dead. This is the only place we've found with women or mixed dates, the other "social spots" have a few middle aged guys with mesh backed hats watching hockey or sledding videos and drinking beer.

After most guys drinking 3x what they should have, we made it to bed. Breakfast was at 7am, bus left at 8 for the hill. We got to the top of the hill for skiing at around 10:30.

This was the deepest powder day I've ever had, it was riduculous. The group is in awe of what we're doing. We start out with a few tree runs, then move to the steeps. All's well till I find my way to the top of a cliff complex in the low visibility clouds at the top. My heart was pumping, it wasn't pleasant as I had a few options that weren't appealing in and way, shape or form. Eventually some guys below were able to talk me to a safe route,

The day was epic in all respects, the snow was unbelievable. The town and hill were buried deeper more than anyone has seen. Jumps have soft landings, skiing the tree glades is effortless, and Warren is pulling off some huge air and tricks - we're all having fun.

We power nap after skiing, and head down for our 7pm buffet. Food is great, we gorge and move on to watch the Flames crush the Oilers.

The night life in Revelstoke seems to be limited to half a dozen places at most. After someone had the "foresight" to buy a round of Jager bombs during hockey, we head over to a bar that's got a punching bag machine. Turns out our group of 12 are the only patrons of the place, but punching, pool and drinks seems to make up for the lack of ambiance. After a slow start, I clock the second highest force punch of the group, despite being one of the lightweights... only Warren beats me. We decide the peelers are worth another visit, with the only dancer again this week being Ziggy. Again it's the only place that appears to be a true social spot in town, and like any other place, comes with hours of sledding videos... the staple of the town.

Legs feel fine, and it's time to rest them up for another epic day Sunday!