It wouldnít be much of an exaggeration to say that Iíve dreamed of heli-skiing all my life (or, at least since I saw my first Warren Miller movie). No lift lines, no crowds, untracked snow under my skis, and a helicopter waiting for me at the bottom of the run has been a part of my fantasies for decades. When the opportunity arose, I read every word of the website for Canadian Mountain Holidays. I had some doubts. Am I too old? Do I have enough experience? Strong intermediate skiers were all they were asking for to participate in the Intro to Powder week. The only age limit was on the lower end, mid-teens. I qualify.
I usually donít like e-mail advertisements from companies, but I devoured every picture and video CMH sent prior to the trip. The organization impressed me from day one. When I got off the plane in Calgary, all I had to do was simply walk across the street to the Delta Hotel, where representatives met us in the lobby and tagged our bags Ė a lighter than usual haul for skiing since they provide skis and poles. The green tag read the Bugaboos in bold black letters; at this moment I didnít known how much that tag would mean to me.
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