THE FIRST TIME I strapped on a snowboard was in 1989. My first board was a Gnu; it was teal with pink writing and had these white straight-back bindings that didn’t fold down. I rode in knee high Sorel snowboots that were three sizes too big for me; I often came close to popping out of them. I loved it.
I grew up on the North Shore mountains of Vancouver — three of them within easy striking distance of the city. The close proximity was pretty much their only benefit. But this I didn’t realize until I started venturing out and tasting what other mountains had to offer, namely deep, consistent champagne powder. The North Shore mountains will always have a special place in my heart, but they just can’t compare to what I’ve experienced since then.
I’ve grouped together the resorts below by region for easy trip planning.