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Mike is not the kind of guy I expected to meet<br />
at a heli ski operation. But then again, none<br />
of this is what I expected. When I was given<br />
the chance to go on a Heli Safari with Last Frontier<br />
Heli, located up in the far reaches of Northern<br />
BC, Canada, I had figured it would be the classic<br />
Canadian heli/lodge experience, the experience<br />
the Canadian reputation is built on. But from the<br />
moment I arrived in Stewart – the first stop on our<br />
Safari – I had to rethink all of it.<br />
Stewart is a town built to support a mining industry<br />
that no longer exists. Situated at the end of the<br />
Portland Canal, Stewart sits about a half-mile<br />
from the border. A clear-cut through the forest<br />
separates it from neighbouring Hyder, Alaska,<br />
population 87.<br />
<strong>The</strong> wheels of industry turned here for almost 100<br />
years. <strong>The</strong>re was a time when the town swelled to<br />
many tens of thousands and business was good,<br />
a time when men from all over Canada flocked<br />
to work the silver mines, drink whisky and make<br />
more of themselves. But the landscape was harsh<br />
and unyielding. Giant glacial plateaus plunged<br />
into icy ocean fjords. Avalanches engulfed teams<br />
of men working the valleys below. Man, they must<br />
have tried. <strong>The</strong>y carved tunnels through rock, they<br />
shored up massive slipping hillsides, they cut trails<br />
through deep pine and hemlock forests, and they<br />
laid tracks along the shorefront to set up a goods<br />
line down south. But this was rough country,<br />
nobody got rich, and when the mines closed<br />
down and moved to more profitable locations the<br />
workers left with them.<br />
Today the town is all but dead. But the spirit of<br />
frontier life remains in the buildings that continue<br />
to line Main Street. Some are artfully restored in<br />
Pastel timber, like the Ripley Creek Inn and the<br />
Bitter Creek Café, with their cosy kitsch interiors<br />
and bric-a-brac from the silver rush, others less so.<br />
Down the road an original ‘57 Chevrolet Bel Air in<br />
jet blue sits in an old warehouse. It looks like it’s<br />
been driven once and then just left to sit.<br />
But where most would see only history, two<br />
salty old Swiss skiers and an Englishman saw<br />
something else. Like the miners of the early 20 th<br />
century, George Rossett, Franz Fux and Mike<br />
Watling saw opportunity where others saw nothing<br />
but wilderness. For the miners it was the rich silver<br />
veins in the upper Salmon River Basin, for Rossett,<br />
Fux and Watling, it was the 9,500km 2 of available<br />
tenure, packed with expansive glaciers, steep fallline<br />
forests and epically skiable peaks, making it<br />
the biggest single heli ski operation on Earth. In<br />
the middle of this skiing Nirvana, Last Frontier<br />
Heli was born.<br />
My arrival coincided with an Arctic outflow<br />
causing sub-arctic temperatures starting at minus<br />
25 degrees. Tundra-like conditions made the first<br />
two days unbearable. It was cold, it was dry, and it<br />
was hard. But then it snowed. After being sucked<br />
into the slipstream of the outflow, this low pressure<br />
dropped 50cms of the driest snow imaginable<br />
in a single night, lighter than Utah, lighter than<br />
Hokkaido, lighter than anything. I’ve never seen<br />
anything like it. I figured being a heli operation<br />
we couldn’t fly during a storm system, and that we<br />
would have to wait for the next blue bird to go up,<br />
but that very next morning we were out there in the<br />
field. What we saw was a landscape transformed;<br />
from an empty frostbitten Yukon to a deep winter<br />
wilderness. Pow.<br />
We couldn’t believe it. None of us, not even<br />
Watling himself had ever skied snow like that.<br />
It was all there in front of you, but there just<br />
wasn’t any resistance, there was no feedback, you<br />
couldn’t feel a single flake. It was so deep and yet<br />
so fast that even making simple turns through it<br />
was strange; less like skiing and more like moving<br />
through a medium, like being a ghost.<br />
“Having good tree line skiing is so important for<br />
a heli operation,” said Watling as we waited to<br />
drop the next run, “Otherwise you just don’t get<br />
to ski days like this.” I wasn’t at all accustomed<br />
to flying around in a helicopter in the middle of a<br />
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ABOVE: IN THE VALLEY ON THE RIGHT IS THE TOWN OF STEWART, BC. IN THE VALLEY ON THE LEFT IS THE TOWN OF HYDER, AK. THAT LINE THROUGH THE MIDDLE IS<br />
THE CANADIAN/US BORDER. OPPOSITE: TO GET SNOW LIKE THIS YOU NEED REALLY DEEP COLD, TONS OF PRECIPITATION, NO WIND, AND MOST OF ALL, ACCESS. LAST<br />
FRONTIER CAN GIVE YOU THE ACCESS, THE REST IS LUCK. PREVIOUS SPREAD: IMAGINE DROPPING IN HERE WITH FIVE OF YOUR MATES. UNFORGETTABLE.