Ignacio, Pascale, Evgeny and Murray,
Skinned up to Brew hut, but not in a hurry,
In blurry fog with a slurry of flurries,
We arrived by 3:00 and made salmon curry,
Around about 7:00 we were joined by five lads,
On snowshoes and skate shoes was all that they had,
They also brought six bottles of fireball,
And strongbow and somehow they finished it all,
Next morning a whiteout and bitter cold squall,
Enveloped us like a big ping pong ball,
Visibility was nil in this ill gale,
So we accompanied the other party to the trail,
We returned to the warm hut to have lunch,
Then the weather got better, as per our hunch,
We went for a ski, but no gnar slopes were tried,
For the avalanche rating was still kind of high,
We examined the snow pack, we prodded and poked,
Then had a nice run down a mellow slope,
Day three was a beauty, where to begin,
I think I’ll need surgery to remove this grin,
We cautiously explored to the Southeast and
Skied yo yo runs all day, on soft snow we feasted,
We carved graceful lines through thinly spaced trees,
Enjoyed brief sunshine and a pause in the breeze,
Dinner was fine with Havarti cheese,
We sang songbook lines and rested our knees,
Simon and Garfunkel, Bob Marley and Beatles,
Stayed warm by the wood stove, no cold pins and needles,
We drank schnapps and traded weird stories and riddles,
Played harmonica, this hut needs a fiddle,
Now it’s 2012, the start, not the middle,
Take dreams off the shelf and go big, don’t go little.
Awesome poem! More photos are here
Awesome. Murray, you’re always writing TRs from now on.
Long ago it was required that each winter holiday trip compose and sing a song concerning their adventures. Some of these survive in the VOC Journal, so you can look them up if you like. This one, profusely illustrated, fits the tradition very well.
This is brilliant Murrray! Great style!
“I think I’ll need surgery to remove this grin”
What an awesome line! Destined to become a classic expression. Powder seems to have this effect on many people. Brilliant poem/trip report.