"A Dream Goes On Forever" - Todd Rundgren
When I was a kid, the idea of helicopter or cat skiing in faraway places was a vague dream. I'd see magazine pictures or some ski film and imagine how awesome it would be but, never in my lifetime did I think I'd get to do that. I remember talking to a friend, probably 30+ years ago about how cool it would be to heli-ski in the Bugaboos or some other exotic world-renowned powder skiing venue. His comment was, 'There's only one best place to go; Monashees'. Since I really hadn't even heard of the Monashees at the time, let alone have any idea where they were, it all just remained a distant, foggy dream for many years.
Little did I know that the Monashees were only about a five hour drive from where I lived, nor did I know then that opportunity would present itself later in life. Twelve years ago, I was invited to go on a helicopter skiing trip out of Revelstoke. My wife urged me to go on my 'Once in a lifetime' ski adventure. I've now logged more 'once in a lifetime' heli and cat ski days than I can track. It's absolutely amazing how incredibly addicting the lure of deep Canadian Interior B.C. Cold Smoke can be. Finally, though, the Monashees. The legendary, long-told dream of Mecca for deep powder.
Tom and Carolyn Morgan apparently got the same addiction but on steriods. One trip to Monashee Powder Snowcats in 1999 and they were hooked. So hooked, in fact, that they bought the operation. At the time, their accommodations were a tent village but, it didn't matter. They were there for the snow and snow they got. Since their purchase, they've built a lodge, upgraded their equipment, and have been the owner/operators of this humble operation in the midst of some of the best skiing in the world. Our crew found its way to Monashee Powder Snowcats last January. While the bulk of North America was trying to find two snow flakes to rub together, this is a bit of the Monashee story and a bit of what we found: