As staff parties go, this one’s up there. A few days after Treble Cone shut its doors, my work mates and I were given the opportunity for one last hurrah on our planks – with a couple of choppers in tow.
The day was an extremely close call. With stubborn clouds not moving as quickly as they should have done, we held fire first thing in the morning, until the guides messaged us that it was on. Yes.
Then the clouds stopped again, and as we left the house all kitted up, we got a call to say that the whole trip was postponed. Tomorrow, they said. But the weather for the next day was looking just as unpredictable. After a slow and reluctant clothes change, my four housemates and I drove into town to drown our sorrows in hot chocolate, when, as we sat by the lakefront, there came the surprise third and final call. We were systems go. Causing somewhat of a public commotion, with our hot drinks and a mad scramble to the car, there before us blossomed a perfect window, which turned into a blinder of an afternoon.
Four beautiful runs, untouched terrain, and some mighty delicate ridge landings.
A huge thanks to Harris Mountain Heli-ski and Racers Edge for an unforgettable day.
Trail 27 
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