Well, well, well. What a day! No,
really what a day!!!As many of you already know by text, that is without doubt one of the coolest things you can ever do!


(Sorry Mr Pope, but it beats your breakfast at the greasy spoon!)
Here's the story...
The Phone CallAfter a night's sleep similar to what I used to get the night before Christmas, got up and waited around for the call. Wasn't looking too good to be honest - still dumping down here. Anyway, they said that it was going to clear a bit later so would be picking me up around 10am. Checked and rechecked things so many times, got myself in the van and headed off.
On The Road
Made a few pickups round town then drove out 20 minutes on the road to Glenorchy to our staging post. 40 or so people riding today so quite a lot going on. Unfortunately what was going on was the neige. It's weird, for the past few weeks we've all been doing a snowdance, really wanting Mr Dumpy to come round and today we just wanted him to stop! Really wasn't looking good - mountains disappeared into the clouds, I ended up lying down in the van. Farmed out lunch early (great stuff - quiche, fresh bread, loads of meat, cheese and stuff) - yeh would have been good to have it up on the "snowtable" as promised, but it all turned out worth it in the end cos just as we finished, it cleared!!!

We were gonna ride the Thompson mountains, on the other side of Lake Wakatipu.
To Be BriefHad a briefing on the choppers, how to be safe around them (like not walk into the rotors) and an avalanche briefing, got kitted out with our transcievers. Very big on safety, fair enuf - helped get rid of some of the FEAR that was creaping all over my back!
Chopper Time!Finally, got round to our time to get on up there. 5 of us, 1 guide and "Hannibal" the pilot - an NZ legend apparently - rumoured to be the best chopper pilot in the country. Seem to have done well there, cos along with the best pilot, got a brand new (100 hours old) chopper, none other than a Squirrel B3 (best commercial chopper in the world!) and our guide was the owner of
Southern Lakes Heliski.
Well, heli's really are amazing. Couldn't stop thinking that I was on Treasure Hunt with Anekka Rice though! Hard to put into words how cool that was taking off across the lake towards the mountains, before heading straight up and landing on a tiny ridge! I mean, this is the stuff we've been watching on DVDs for years - and there I was doing the same!!!
So, yeh we landed on this ridge and wherever the guide puts his pack is the safe zone. So one-by-one we got out, each has to put one hand on the pack and kneel down, then shield yourself from all the neige the chopper throws up when it takes off. Unbundle the boards, strap in and we're ready to rock!
Pass the Pow please!So there it was, over the back side of the ridge you don't want to go - BIG drops, rocks, cliffs. Over the front, lovely huge powder bowl! And not a single track on it!! Speaks for itself really. Guide gets to go down first, we had to keep at least 50m behind him and mustn't go above his tracks, otherwise it's all there for the taking. Well there was around 40-50cm of fresh on top of another 40cm from last week, on top of a base of around 2-3 metres! Figure that out then. Yeh, big time powder-spray in the face. As we kept hearing the guides saying to each other all day - "have you ever seen it this good?" "there's so, so much everywhere" and "this is the best we've had in NZ"! There you have it. Loved it all, apart from the bit of avalanche debris hidden under the surface that took me right out on one run.
Skiers are damn clumsy though - one guy lost his ski within 30 metres of his first run and 4 people took 30 minutes to find it. Another one lost both his skis. Where were we with our boards? Oh yeh, still strapped in and farming out
their powder!!Actually, that guy losing his ski was a genius move for me, bcos I got to go down and join his group, so got an extra run in (5 runs for the price of 4, thankyou please!

) So, we did 4 runs around the same sort of area, getting around 600m of vert, then headed on up to 2000 metres for our final run, giving us around 750m vert. All in pure untouched pow.
Time To GoAll too soon it was time to go back, but what an afternoon's riding! Amazing views, incredible pow, slightly dodgy weather, but you can't have it all. Actually found it hard to decide what's best out of riding the pow or riding in the chopper. An amazing thing all round. Genius. Can't recommend it enough.

Anyways, I'm really full of pizza, garlic bread and a few ales, so will have to leave you all to some photos from the day...enjoy.
Have a look at this lot! (Did take loads of video footage too - watch out for that in a future Fancy That Production)
p.s. Cardies 2moro, TC Thursday, Alan Friday.