The white peaks of Rainier and St. Helens rose through the clouds as our flight neared Seattle. It was late December of ’06, and a few hours earlier myself, Señor Wanrooy, and his wife Kathy had taken off from dreary Michigan in search of some snow. We would be skiing with Trevor Holsworth, lead wrangler at the Wildhorse Cat Skiing & Powder Mining Company in Ymir, British Columbia.
After a quick hop back to Spokane, we headed north for a scenic three-hour drive into BC. The landscape quickly transitioned from rolling hills with minimal snow cover to gorgeous forested mountains with plenty of fresh powder. After a stop at a remote Customs outpost that seemed like a scene out of a James Bond film, we rolled into the one-horse town of Ymir (pronounced “why-mur”). Cue the banjo music. Kidding! Ymir is a neat little town engulfed by mountains. In town you’ll find a bar, a couple of inns, a grocery store, and very friendly people. We checked into the recently renovated Ymir Palace Inn which, as a converted brothel, is the obvious choice. No word on how long ago the Palace functioned as a brothel, but rest assured that no funky smells linger. Belinda and Roscoe, owners of the inn, warmly welcomed us and suggested that we head to the bar/restaurant, about a 30 second walk down the street. After a burger, beer, and some chatting with a colorful local named Jay, we hit the sheets.
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