A street journey exploring the lesser-known peaks of the jap Rocky Mountains

With just 10 lifts and 2,500 acres of skiable terrain, Fernie is evidence that you really do not want to be large, brash and company to give a high-quality ski experience. Its common once-a-year snowfall is 30ft, indicating the slopes are typically cloaked with white. Indeed, on my two past visits, I used most of my time skiing fluffy, shin-deep powder. Having said that, the deficiency of the latest snowfall suggests we’re mostly restricted to the pistes, so we blast down an array of blue runs, scarcely spotting an additional skier even with the bright sunshine and spring-like conditions.

But this is a street excursion, and Route 93 beckons — so right after a swift lunch surrounded by hipsters at Significant Bang Bagels in downtown Fernie, I hit the highway, heading south towards Montana.

A two-hour push takes me over the US border to the ski resort of Whitefish, a 3,000-acre resort with 14 ski lifts that sits over the city and lake of the identical name. I check into the cosy ski in, ski out Kandahar Lodge and, the pursuing early morning, entry the slopes through the Huge Mountain Convey chairlift, which requires me to the resort’s highest position, the 6,817ft-higher Summit House restaurant.

As the lift ascends, I appear above my shoulder for ever better views of Whitefish and the plains top south to Flathead Lake. Closer to the summit, I transform my awareness to the close by Glacier National Park and its mighty partitions, crags and peaks, such as the 9,376ft Mount Saint Nicholas — its shape reminiscent of the Matterhorn — and the 10,147ft Mount Stimson, the 2nd-best peak in the park just after Mount Cleveland (at 10,479ft).

Some of the terrain at Whitefish is rather wild: the Big Horn black diamond slope, for instance, is much more cliff than ski run, and there are a lot of challenging glades and chutes to give all the excitement any thrill-seeker could want.

The current snow drought when all over again means I shell out most of my time blasting down the groomed pistes, but I’m much from upset. The Inspiration route quickly results in being my favourite a sublime blue ridge run, it starts off from Summit Home and will allow you to ground it all the way back to base. And since queues for the raise are practically unheard of below, particularly mid-7 days, I get to ski lap just after lap for as lengthy as my legs can take care of it.