Heli-skiing for the first time is, in an (overused) word, awesome. Not so much in the “totally gnar, bro” sense but in the infinitely impactful, hard-to-comprehend, standing-there-with-your-mouth-agape use of the word.
Since the first trip to the Bugaboos, CMH has transitioned from a guide service to a full-fledged resort experience that combines lodging and top-tier dining with some of the best skiing on earth. Since 1965 they’ve opened 11 separate operations in western Canada, all of which have been praised for the experiences they offer and each differing slightly in terrain, amenities and cost. The one we were all calling home was Bobbie Burns (the most common explanation of the name is Gmoser’s love of the Scottish Poet Robert Burns). Bobbie Burns straddles the Purcell and Sellkirk mountain ranges and offers over 7,000 feet of skiable elevation (Vail offers a bit over 3,000). Since Bobbie Burns is one of the closest CMH resorts to an international airport with just a three-and-a-half hour bus ride (some CMH lodges can be up to seven) and offers such gargantuan vertical, it’s a perfect way to maximize skiing time and minimize bullshit.
What’s an epic trip without similar-caliber photos to remember it by? To capture the trip I took along the mind-boggling Hasselblad CFV-50c digital back, a classic 500c/m camera body and three of Hasselblad’s essential Carl Zeiss prime lenses — a 50mm f/4, 80mm f/2.8 and 150mm f/4. I’m no stranger to (foolishly) bringing medium format onto the mountain but 50 megapixels, a sensor about twice as big as a full-frame DSLR, manual focus, manual exposure, almost no weather sealing and a pricetag to compete with a VW Jetta made for a particularly exciting shooting experience. It’s hard to say it wasn’t worth it though. (And in case you were curious, the images displayed above are about 1.25 percent of full size)
Aside from unbelievable surroundings, Bobbie Burns boasts room for just under three dozen guests and all the amenities of a classic ski lodge (billiards, hot tub, bar, etc.) that reminds everyone I talk to of the pared-down, dude-heavy atmosphere of Alta, Utah (intentional or not, CMH manages to cut the testosterone with a largely female staff). Unlike a classic lodge though, Bobbie Burns offers a 3,000-bottle wine cellar, a full-service ski shop and some of the best food you’ll have at any ski resort. And that’s the difference: CMH is as much in the business of luxury hospitality as it is in the business of skiing.
This gets us neatly to the elephant in the room: Heli-skiing is seriously expensive. A trip to Bobbie Burns will run you right around $1,000 a day, with prices peaking in January and February. Want to rent out CMH Valemont for a week with nine of your closest friends? That’ll be $200,000. But let’s think about this for a second: head to Vail for a day and you’ll pay $160 for a lift ticket, about $600 for a similar-quality hotel room as Bobbie Burns, $65 to rent skis, an easy $60 for food, and by that point you’re nudging up against $900 a day to ski the same slopes as 15,000 other people. There’s absolutely no argument that heli-skiing is expensive but this isn’t just the stuff of Sheikhs and Shaqs. And as for what you get for the money, I was about to find out
As the previous week’s group got out of the heli to head back to civilization there was a thinly disguised bit of gloating, “They say we’ve just had the best skiing all season, hope you’re not too late”. Though it’d been a dodgy season conditions-wise and temperatures were getting well above freezing, we were all confident that we’d get a taste of what the guys heading home were on about.
The first day’s runs came after a flight to the lodge, a quick lunch and more instruction on avalanche gear and helicopter safety, which helped counteract the video-induced fear from the morning. And just eight hours after leaving Calgary three groups of 11 were lifting off from the lodge’s helipad in search of fresh snow.
The first landing spot of the day was at about 7,200 feet atop a run called Après (all 303 runs have names, though they’re not marked like at a resort). And without too much instruction Andi Kraus, an immensely talented mountaineer and one of our guides for the week, was off with us following in tow like a flock of Gore-Tex wrapped ducklings.
Heli-skiing for the first time is, in an (overused) word, awesome. Not so much in the “totally gnar, bro” sense but in the infinitely impactful, hard-to-comprehend, standing-there-with-your-mouth-agape use of the word. You’re perched at the top of a 2,500-vertical-foot high-alpine or glacier or tree run that hasn’t been touched by another human in at least a week and it’s got something like 10 inches of unsullied snow waiting for you to drop in. Think of the best powder run you’ve ever had, then triple the length and do it 15 times a day for nearly a week. That’s why you pay $1,000 a day.
Of course, foot-deep fresh powder isn’t everywhere in the middle of April. But when there wasn’t it was replaced with beautiful spring corn or a couple inches of fresh stuff on top of a supportive crust (it’s like the best-groomed run you’ll ever have). And being spring skiing, the temperatures started out just below freezing when we got going at nine in the morning and would end up somewhere around 45 when we’d have to call it and fly back home around four. This is as good as late-season skiing gets.