In small-town Rossland we walked everywhere. Mornings, we shuffled from our motel down the main street to Grind Coffee House. (More niceness; a wood carver we met there opened his gallery just for us.) Evenings, we sauntered up 2nd Ave. to a 1902-era bakery now called Idgie’s Restaurante for almond-crusted halibut and excellent wines from B.C.’s Okanagan Valley. For a dollar, we rode the town trolley to the ski area base.
With the ski hill lifts cranked up for the season and snow puking out of the sky today, a review like this is hard to deny.
A postscript: Forty-eight hours after arriving in Rossland, our friends bought a little green house with a plum tree in the backyard and 3 feet of snow on the roof. They couldn’t resist. While they were signing papers, another real estate agent in the office, Paula Gaul, who owns the Red Shutter Inn at the mountain, offered, out of the blue, a couple of seats the next day on her husband’s snow cat for some backcountry powder skiing.
Maybe it’s the long winters, the vast empty spaces, the nationalized health care. Whatever, it sure is nice.
Image Copyright Dave Heath. Used with the Permission of Red Resort.