Well after being stuck inside with this fever for several days now I have found some relief here in doglotion world dreaming of brighter days to come. As it turns out this year’s theme seems to be going after the biggest. Starting with B.C's biggest peak. No not Mt Waddington and wait wait no it's not Mt Robson both mountains which regularly steal the spotlight for the before mentioned title. Yes for the one's in the know it is the one and only Mt Fairweather. After seeing this mountain last summer while rafting the Alsek river and our subsequent ill-fated attempt to surmount this monster, it's icy flanks have never left the forefront of my thoughts. As luck would have it two good friends Jonas and Duncan have heard my tales of grandeur of the area and together we have taken the leap of faith to research and plan our excursion to this remote land this May. The name Fairweather was bestowed upon the mountain by none other than Captain James Cook after viewing the peak in a brief window of such. The fact of the matter is the mountain is a weather trap attracting weather to it like a mountain-sized vacuum with the average millibars around the mountain being 10% lower than the surrounding area. Rising 15,325 ft above see level just 23km from the sandy beaches of the Alaskan Panhandle this mountain is straight infront of what the mighty gulf of Alaska is capable of. So why? Well I'm sure I'll have lots of time to answer that question whilst lounging in our snow cave at 10,000 ft waiting for our time to climb and perhaps just perhaps descend on ski's it non technical w ridge. And why not keep the planning going. After our Fairweather Soiree I plan to team up with Marcus Waring H20 heli guide and Jared Brooks for another month long escapade into the high and remote regions of our continent. This late season trip taking us well into what most North Americans would call summer. For us however camped on Denali at somewhere around 1400 ft we will have to be prepared for temps dipping to below -30°c. We have hopes of skiing the Messner couloir folowing the tracks of our forefather sylvan saudan to navigate all 5000 ft of this intense line. What will the mountains have to say about our grandeous plans? It only leaves more questions. Until this skier guy has more answers i'll just have to keep on asking. To everyone out there in doglotion world, good-luck and godspeed with all your planning and exsecution of madness in the mountains.