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Bailing out of a snowshoe in Banff, Alberta. photos by Gary Pearson.
Bailing out of a snowshoe in Banff, Alberta. photos by Gary Pearson.

Making Like Snowshoe Hares in Banff, Alberta

Ascending slowly toward the summit of Sunshine Village, one is easily entranced by the imposing Canadian Rockies, whose snowcapped peaks dominate the skyline. The wind, brisk and forceful, shook the gondola to and fro, like a pendulum perpetually swaying.

A cramped chairlift completed the climb, elevating nine adventure seekers to 8,900 feet above sea level.

With snowshoes in hand, the first threesome scampered clear of the disembarked chairlift, anticipant of the prospective trek.

The mercury had dipped below minus 22 Fahrenheit. The wind, howling like a wolf trying to rally its pack, accosted us without restraint.

“Get your snowshoes on as quickly as possible,” bellowed Michael Turcot, his voice muffled by the prevailing gale. “Then we can get moving.”

Before most of us had our snowshoes on, my father, Raymond Pearson, discovered first hand the callous nature of extreme weather at altitude. 

Turcot, a snowshoeing specialistand guide working on behalf of White Mountain Adventures, noticed a pronounced, ghost-like whitening of Pearson’s earlobes. Early stages of frostbite had commenced. Pearson’s toque failed to cover the entirety of his ears, leaving his lobes vulnerable only minutes after exposure.

Turcot – the only one to have fitted his temporary appendages – saliently sprang, like a snowshoe hair, to my father’s aid.

“Rub your ears as quickly as you can,” implored an urgent Turcot. “Time is of the essence, you need to build some friction.”

Driving forward in a heavy Canadian Rockies snowstorm.
Driving forward in a heavy Canadian Rockies snowstorm.

The groups’ attitude had already visibly shifted from exuberance to skepticism and uncertainty.

Pearson thought a maiden snowshoeing adventure would be a unique and memorable way to commemorate his 60th birthday, which sounded a desirable proposition before tussling with the Mother Nature’s wrath.

I temporarily wished my father’s February birthday didn’t coincide with winter’s harshest fury.

Boundless thoughts of relaxing in one of Banff National Park’s many soothing naturalhot springs infiltrated my mind, propelling me into dreamlike state. The stinging blasts of wind-driven snow, however, hastily whipped me out of reverie.

Although swollen, gruesome and of an ashen complexion, Turcot confidently assured the frostbite-stricken 59-year-old that his lobes, if properly attended to, would heal completely and regain their pinkish undertone.

I would have offered words of encouragement had myjawbone not felt like it was frozen in place.

“It will get warmer once we descend and get out of the open air,” said Turcot, the 52-year-old snowshoeing expert instilling the group withhope through positive reinforcement. “With the weather and the snow it changes everything, every time you come up here it is a different day.”

Snowshoeing, a centuries-old pastime

Give us a wave.
Give us a wave.

Standing in both of Canada’s farthest-reaching western provinces, I took a moment to fit the gigantic flipper-like shoes before crossing the Continental Divide into British Columbia.

Modern snowshoes – consisting of lightweight metal, plastic and synthetic fabric – are easily fastened.

“They’re easy to use, cheap and need almost no maintenance,” said Turcot, whose fervent enthusiasm for the great outdoors, like an airborne contagion,started spreading throughout the collective.

Once a strap is pulled snug against your heel and clasped shut on both snowshoes, you’re set to partake in a centuries-old pastime experienced by adventurers, hunters, fur traders, trappers and explorers.

Snowshoeing can be traced back before Christianity when Ancient Armenians are said to have used a now-antiquated version – comprised of a clunky hardwood frame with interwoven rawhide lacings – to scour the snow-laden Caucasus Mountains in search of food, fur and safe refuge.

It soon spread to North America where Athapascan and Algonquin Indians used snowshoes to traverse vast mountainous expanses during winter’s unforgiving months.

Making an impression

After ensuring everyone had his or her bumblebee-hued appendages secured, Turcot set forth across the unmarked 16-foot snowpack. He trampled the fresh and feather-like snow, making an impression with every step.

The rest of the group,like a herd of elephants, fell in line and followed our entrusted chief. Adapting to our elongated feet – to the group’s bewilderment – was fairly seamless. Snowshoes disperse weight over a large area so as to not sink deep into the snow – a process called flotation – making it possible to cross the easily compressed surface.

“Try making your own trail,” said Turcot without breaking stride, his technique encompassing a wide gate allowing for balanced strides. “Now that’s when the work really kicks in.”

Immediately heeding his advice, I excused myself from the pack to make new tracks. Shira Hutton and my brother, Kevin Pearson, followed suit, sprouting off in different directions. I sank like a hapless soul in quicksand, my legs smothered by powdery snow. But the more effort you put in – unlike when sinking in quicksand – the better the results.

“Keep your knees high,” reiterated Turcot, who broke free from the shackles of his office job in Mississauga, Ontario – his hometown – to travel west in pursuit of an adventurous life.

I quickly realised Turcot was not embellishing. Trudging through deep snow is grueling work.Gasping for air, I could see that Kevin and Hutton shared my sentiment. We took a moment, acknowledging our handiwork would vanish with the next snowfall, to admire the incongruent trails we had made.

As we gradually descended, Turcot pulled up just shy of a steep hill.

“Those wanting to try test their skills, here is where you can do it,” he said while grinning ear to ear. “Try running down the hill. Just remember to keep your knees high.”

Hutton, Kevin and I responded with gusto. Our skills, or lack their of, almost immediately shone through. Maintaining high knees we accelerated down the hill with reckless abandon, all of us toppling head over heels. It was like falling onto a goose-down duvet. The unsullied snowpack broke the fall, its composition much more forgiving than our travel companions.

Our entourage laughed in unison as we came to terms with standing up in the cumbersome shoes, a task more difficult than I thought possible. 

Habeeb Salloum at the Cartoixa Reial Monastery in Mallorca
Banff Alberta, Canada.

Awe-inspiring scenery

After clambering to find steady footing, the majesty of the environment with which we were enmeshed emerged. We were situated at the foot of a valley on the British Columbian side of the provincial border. Encased by hills, we were sheltered from the wind’s might. For the time being all of its merciless power and ragehad been quelled like a sedated lioness.

Other than barely discernable snowshoe hare tracks, the landscape appeared undisturbed. Welcoming the silence that had enveloped the group, I scanned the terrain, admiring its uncompromising beauty.

Lodgepole Pines, whose branches sagged from the weight of freshly fallen snow stood eminently across the vast expanse. The treesstood unified and defiant, resilient to winter’s torturous touch.

“I rarely see anyone else out here,” Turcot pronounced, fittingly breaking the serene silence. “Usually we are on our own back here; it’s fabulous that way.”

We moved forward like nomads of yesteryear, exiting the valley’s comforting and sheltered enclosure.

Walking on water

As the land flattened, so too did the snow beneath our tennis racket-like shoes. The snowpack hardened, each step accentuated by a loud crunching sound. The landscape, with no imperious trees in sight,assumed a form more desolate and barren.

“Let’s cross the bridge,” said Turcot, momentarily confusing the group. “We’re in Assiniboine Provincial Park and you’re standing on a lake.”

We began crossing the sizeable, frozen body of water. Walking on water – albeit water frozen solid to a depth of at least four inches – felt like a mystical right of passage, surreal and empowering.

“A lot of people visiting Banff don’t make it up here,” the outdoor enthusiast quipped. “And they definitely don’t get to walk across a lake. If you don’t get out and appreciate what is here, you can’t see what you’re missing.

“We have people snowshoeing into late June, hikers wondering when it is there turn. It truly is a winter wonderland.”

Spiritually regenerated,the entourage began its gradual ascent towards the Alberta border. The gales had since dissipated, warming conditions considerably. Minutes later we had reached the hill’s summit, all of us visibly weary from the arduous climb as we crossed back into Banff National Park.

“It’s mostly downhill from here,” said Turcot, also an avid canoeist, cross-country skier and outdoor extremist, whose expeditions have seen him make camp in a self-built iglooas far north as the Yukon Territory.

While building igloos transcended our level of expertise, snowshoeing atop the Canadian Rockies left the collective yearning for subsequent encounters with one of the worlds’ most humbling and mystique-endowed environments.

Before continuing downhill for the remaining half mile of our three-mile voyage, I looked at the snow-swept, frozen ravine with adulation, relieved the group swept aside its early reservations and eventually embraced the spiritually enlightening pastime of snowshoeing.

Gary Pearson


Gary Pearson
has freelanced on behalf of the Canadian Press, the Edmonton Journal, the Travel Itch and Blaze Magazine, the official magazine of the Calgary Flames. He recently contributed to the Prince Albert Daily Herald as a sports reporter. You can follow Gary Pearson on Twitter at @newagejourno



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