Hoot and Holler like Kids: Big White Ski Resort
As a Mount Washington skier, I’ve seen plenty of snow-covered trees before, but nothing like the snow ghosts a group of Vancouver Island dads and I find at Big White Ski Resort. But they’re not scary: Cloaked in white and bent in peculiar poses, Big White’s snow ghosts are more Dr. Seuss than haunted house. They beckon us off an immaculate, groomed run and into an expansive playground of wind lips, jumps, and powder pockets. We weave through the whimsical shapes, hooting and hollering like kids.
Big White encourages this kind of childlike exuberance, both on and off the slopes. Last night, we rode a gondola over the resort’s ski-in, ski-out village to play on the ice-climbing tower. When we saw the Happy Valley Adventure Park’s kid-sized snowmobiles and sleigh rides, we vowed to come back with our families.