Blackcomb Mountain is so beautiful. In my 2005 trip, I didn’t really see much of Blackcomb. I was too busy trying to figure out which way was up. The conditions were terrible, visibility was like 5 feet, snow was blowing sideways and it was cold. I used to think Whistler was my favourite mountain but today’s trip definitely changed that. My friend Eric told me Blackcomb Glacier gives a new meaning to big. I thought he was being a bit melodramatic, I was wrong. You get the opening of this glacier and you are completely awestruck. It’s big alright, fucking big. You look down and see how tiny the other skiers are in the bowl. It took a gondola, 2 lift chairs and a t-bar to get Blackcomb Glacier from the base. We skied the glacier again but it only took 2 lift chairs and a t-bar. It’s totally worth it. My pictures will not do the glacier justice. It’s grander than grand and completely humbling; then you get to ride it. w00t!

Note: this picture is from my 2005 trip. My outfit is pretty much the same, sans helmet and mittens. I got different mitts and said screw you to the helmet.