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Red Mountain, BC. A blast from the past it seemed. A gulp of fresh air. A perfect venue for a shred trip with old friends. No battling for lines, no grumpy scene, just fun unadulterated boarding.

A Ford “Exploder”, and a filled to the brim Volkswagen are what carried us on a six hour drive across eastern Washington to the border of Canada. After a not-so-quick customs check we were pulling into Rossland, BC and checking in at our Red Rob’s condo, fully equipped with shuffle board, hot tubs, and all-you-can-watch aesthetically pleasing weather channels. Red Rob’s does it proper.

To our surprise we had showed up on the last day of the 115th annual Rossland Winter Carnival. A festival celebrating winter, packed with activities including, luge racing, king of the hill, and live outdoor music to name a few. A quick five minute drive into town proved worthwhile as a full five-plus rail feature was set up on a steep downtown street. A thriving snowboard community with cooperation with the city had worked nicely. We drank a couple beers with the remaining onlookers and sent it to bed for a recharge.

The next day was full of tree runs, pillow fields, and quick sidecounty. A 40-minute jaunt scored us stashes and a run right back to Red’s lifts. Steep glades held enough snow for everyone and random boulder fields created fun zones.

The last day stoked us out with patches of sun and once again we ventured into easily accessibly sidecounty. With the legs on full burner by the end of each day we found ourselves a Caeser ritual over at Rafters, the full service apres bar in the main lodge. And as everything must do, it came to an end. The weekend had flown past and it once again was time to jump that border and make that drive back to the motherland.

Thanks Red for the refreshing atmosphere. It was a blast.