Before coming to Rossland, I did a little research into the town and the ski hill. On their web site, RED Mountain resort write: "The story of RED Mountain Resort, and how a mining territory was converted into one of the great undiscovered ski destinations in the world, is a story about teamwork and community support. In short, it’s about an avid group of skiers who drew from their own community’s resources and used good old-fashioned initiative and elbow grease to forge a new way of life." It goes on to state that in 1890, deposits of gold-copper ore were found on the south side of RED Mountain, which led to a major gold rush, populated with quite a few Scandinavians who brought with them their knowledge and love of skiing. I can't imagine what the new immigrants from across the ocean must have thought when they first came to Rossland, looked up and saw RED. The smiles on their faces must echo new visitors to town, when they first appear, look up and see RED - with it's 4,200 acres of pristine skiing.
I expected to be wowed the same way with the prospect of seeing such a large terrain of great skiing, however, Mother Nature had other plans for my short visit. When I awoke on my first morning, a winter fog blanketed the mountain, obscuring its curves. Still, undeterred, I drove up the road from my hotel, prepared to spend the day on the mountain, weather notwithstanding.
Waiting for me at Guest Services, was my snow host for the day, Mike Ramsey. Mike, retired from IBM, moved west from the flat lands of Ontario and I'm not sure if the permanent smile on his face is because he's left "T.O.," or being retired, or he can now ski every day he wants. I suspect it may be a little bit of all of those. As we jumped on the lift taking us up Granite Mountain, Mike gave me a little history of RED. He talked about the first lifts, constructed much the same as they did for moving ore out of the mountain, adapting a lift system to move skiers up the mountain. "The culture of the people who ski here is what I love," he told me. "You can be skiing with a former business executive, an unemployed 'ski bum', a professional boarder, an 'old fart' like me and it doesn't matter who you are, or what you do, or have done ... we all just bond together for the love of the mountain and the terrain." Mike went on to tell me that he's skied some of the best mountains in the world and figures that RED is one of the best he's ever skied on. "It's the terrain," he tells me. "You can't beat the terrain at RED."
While the photo below was the scene I imagined in my mind as I was packing my cameras up for a day on the hill, as I mentioned, the mountain was socked in with fog and ice - but I thought you should see what the mountain looks like in all its glory (when you can actually see further than 50 yards). Still, undeterred, I did enjoy my day on RED, due to a large part from the hospitality, and patience, shown by my snow host, Mike.