After hopping out of the snowcat high on a ridge, our group of 12 eagerly stepped into our skis, shimmied to the rim of the run, and gazed into a beautiful backlit bowl flecked with frosted pines. Needless to say, there was excitement in the rarefied air. Our lead guide, Sabina, had this to say: “This is why you came cat-skiing to Great Northern! Left or right of my tracks, it’s all fair game here. Enjoy!” One by one, we – the disciples of the deep – poled into the pristine powder and savoured our sanctification. Read More