The temperature read a “high” of -7C and my fingers, even inside my thick gloves, verified the fact. I clipped on ski boots for the first time in 10 years (not that you would even guess I’d ever skied before, if you were to watch me sliding down a mountain…), and joined my guide as we headed onto the gondola. The air was fresh, as it always is up this high in a country as naturally beautiful as Canada, and a fresh layer of snow – or “Champagne Powder” as the Albertans call it – coated the land as far as the eye could see. As we rode the chairlift to start skiing for the day, I realised something was missing. Only one thing though – the crowds of other people.
Not that I miss that, of course. This kind of space is perfect for beginners and seasoned