The time had come to get outta dodge and blow the cobwebs out of the Eurovan Camper's tailpipe. I had designs on Ruby Mountain out by Ross Lake now that Highway 20 had reopened, but since this was more of a "family" outing, we first continued on to Mazama to spend a couple of relaxing days with friends at their cozy place off Lost River Road.

No cragging for us this time, despite Annette and Jerry having spent years establishing routes up and down the valley. If I'm being honest, we haven't really climbed at the crag in years—lost interest, I suppose. These days peakbagging is more my thing, as lame as that may sound to some. With that in mind, we motored over toward Winthrop the following day to bag the "mighty" Lewis Butte. Nothing especially exciting on paper, but with excellent trails and balsamroot flowers exploding across the hillsides, it proved to be exactly what the doctor ordered for a pair of vitamin D-deprived North Vancouverites.

Starting from the parking area off Gunn Ranch Road, we headed up the Lewis Butte Trail, taking the left fork at the second switchback. The plan was to make a loop of it, so we continued northwest along the trail for a while, passing a collapsed old barn before arriving at another trailhead parking area. Picking up the trail again from the north end of the lot, we continued a short distance to a fork at a saddle. A right turn here put us back on the Lewis Butte Trail proper for the final ascent to the summit.

Lovely views awaited us overlooking the Methow Valley toward Winthrop and beyond. A couple of prominent peaks also stood out on the horizon—I believe these were part of the Big Craggy group to the north, with Abernathy and Gardner farther west. None of those are on my tick list yet, though we did once heli-ski from very near Gardner's summit, which was absolutely epic. Needless to say, they may now be finding their way onto the ever-expanding list.

We descended Lewis via the switchbacks on its south flank, winding down through a sea of blooming balsamroot—very nice to see in full force. Before long, we were back at the trailhead and making a beeline for Mazama, where cold beer and a soak in the hot tub awaited. All in all, a nice little prelude to the bigger day on Ruby still to come.

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In search of another peak suitable for the early season, I landed on Mount McNair. Located among the collection of peaks east of the southern end of Harrison Lake, it's a relatively prominent summit despite its modest elevation of just over 5,800 feet, and one that boasts excellent views from the top. It certainly helped that I managed to get a good look at it from the previous Fletcher hike, sealing the deal right then and there as my next outing. Like most peaks of this nature, McNair is best tackled while a solid spring snowpack still blankets much of the brush and alder encountered lower on the route. That said, it could certainly be hiked once the snow has melted off, though I suspect it becomes far less enjoyable by then—and to be fair, there are plenty of more interesting objectives to pursue during the height of summer hiking season.

But here we are, still only April, and on a day blessed with neither rain nor much cloud cover for that matter, I headed out once again along the now-familiar Harrison East FSR for many kilometers of potholes and dust. Turning right into Bear Creek Valley, I followed the road for roughly seven kilometers to the unsigned trailhead. After parking along the roadside, I grabbed my pack and started up an overgrown spur road before quickly reaching the base of a cutblock. Following flagging tape upward through the clearing to the treeline above, the real work soon began: a steep grind through the forest.

Somewhere along the way I gained an old alder-choked road and, following more flagging, traversed it briefly to the right before heading steeply uphill once again through the trees. Eventually I emerged into another cutblock where the first patches of snow appeared. Snowshoes on, and upward I went, punching through to the slash beneath with nearly every other step. It was a genuine pain in the ass, and I certainly wasn't looking forward to dealing with it again on the descent. After much cursing I finally reached the forest above, where the snow thankfully became somewhat firmer. A short, steep climb led to a small bench—likely a marsh once the snow melts out. Crossing this, I continued upward through more steep snow before finally reaching the toe of the mountain's west-southwest ridge, where the first real views of the day began opening northward toward the Old Settler group.

From there I followed the ridge upward as it flattened briefly, offering the first clear glimpses of McNair directly ahead. One snowshoe after another, I plodded onward to where the route steepened again for the final push to the summit. The snow grew steep in places, though at no point did I feel the need for an ice axe. Soon enough I emerged onto the broad summit area just above the trees and was rewarded with the expected excellent views.

Old Settler rising prominently to the north was impossible to ignore and easily the highlight of the day. Farther north, Mount Urquhart and Breakenridge Mountain also stood out, while the view down to Harrison Lake far below was particularly easy on the eyes. Looking farther afield, the summit also provided a fantastic perspective across the Chehalis Range to the west, toward Mount Outram and the Cheam Range to the south, and seemingly everything in between.

After roughly three and a half hours of ascent and about forty minutes spent relaxing on the summit, I began the descent, arriving back at the truck shortly after Beer:30 to cap off an enjoyable seven-hour day—minus, of course, the miserable post-holing lower down, which somehow proved even more tedious on the way out than it had earlier that morning.

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Just under 3 kilometres as the crow flies south of Mount Fletcher stands the informally named Fletcher S3. With recent trail development and—judging by photos I'd seen online—better views than its taller neighbour, particularly overlooking Chehalis Lake, I settled on it as my debut snowshoe outing of spring 2025.

Andrew and I drove out to the community of Harrison Mills on a fair-weather Saturday in April, then continued roughly 23 kilometres up the Chehalis FSR to an unsigned and overgrown fork used to access the trailhead. It was a little past 9 a.m. when we started walking, first up an old road, then across a short cutblock section before entering the forest. There was no real bushwhacking to speak of, and once we located the trail, navigation was straightforward—at least until we hit snowline.

The route climbed steadily through steep open forest, weaving around the occasional bluff as duff gradually gave way to snow. We continued upward for a while before finally strapping on snowshoes. Following a GPX track now, we pushed through gloppy spring cement to reach a broad open bench dotted with a couple of still-buried lakelets southeast of the peak. Faint tracks from previous parties crossed the bench toward our objective, so we happily followed them. Another short stretch of forest brought us to the base of the South Ridge. With Andrew once again leading the charge, we plodded upward through increasingly open terrain until finally breaking out onto the summit area, where an excellent 360-degree panorama awaited us.

The highlight for me was the view down Chehalis Lake, which this peak delivered in spades. There were also fantastic views north into the Chehalis Range, from Ratney and Bardeen to the VRC peaks immediately beyond. Judge Howay and Robie Reid stood prominently to the west, while Old Settler to the east and the Cheam Range and Fraser Valley to the southeast rounded out the visual feast. All very satisfying for only about 3.5 hours of effort. We returned the way we came for a roughly 7.5-hour day—an excellent warm-up for all the adventures still to come that spring.

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After a few years of persistent "encouragement" from Ben, I finally relented and joined him on a snowboarding trip to Japan. I'd been to the country once before, but that was as a kid with my parents during the summer—hardly the same experience. Ben, on the other hand, had gone on a snowboarding trip a couple of years prior and had nothing but praise for it. In fact, Japan has more or less become a rite of passage for snowboarders around the world. Bring your pow board for all the bottomless goodness—along with the occasional annoying crust-and, more importantly, bring your slope-management A-game, because the secret is very much out. These days, the legendary powder of the Land of the Rising Sun is no secret to anyone with a passion for the not-so-steep and very deep.

We boarded an ANA 787 direct from Vancouver to Tokyo Haneda, enjoying every minute of the roughly 10-hour flight. The complimentary upgrade from Premium to Business on the return leg was especially appreciated by Team Verdina. A short Air Do flight from Tokyo to Chitose brought us to Hokkaido, where we stayed at an onsen-style hotel and spent a day exploring Sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo sapporo - taking in the sights, soaking in the baths, sampling Sapporo Classic (brewed specifically for Hokkaido), and, of course, indulging in the food. Incidentally, Sapporo is consistently ranked among the snowiest cities in the world, and judging by what we saw flying in and travelling around, the entire island of Hokkaido was well blanketed.

The following day, we met up with our EVO/Burton crew and bussed it to our nearly slope-side onsen-style hotel—our home base for the next week. We sorted out our rentals that same day: a pair of Burton Fish boards for Agata and me, thank you very much. The next morning, after a fresh dump overnight, we promptly ditched the guides and struck out on our own. Free of the proverbial umbilical, we made a beeline for the infamous "pizza box" chairlift and boot-packed to the summit of Mount Niseko-Annupuri for a fantastic descent down the East Face. The zone hadn't opened yet for the season, so conditions were about as good as it gets.

Another standout came a few days later with a top-to-bottom descent from the summit down the east and south-facing slopes to the Annupuri base—an absolute ripper. There was no shortage of incredible terrain to explore, though also no shortage of others chasing the same lines. We spent one day riding nearby Rusutsu Resort, but otherwise divided our time between the main Niseko ski areas, always with the striking cone of Mount Yotei dominating the skyline.

With a few days left after our week on the slopes, we squeezed in a whirlwind tour of Kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto kyoto and Tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo tokyo before heading home. Yes, the legendary Japanese powder absolutely lives up to the hype—and yes, everyone seems to know it now. All told, a fantastic trip to a country that's as organized and impeccably clean as it is fun to explore.

So, Ben... Hakuba Valley next?

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