Just when I thought it would never come, my first weekend 6 months after shoulder delivered a cold sunny day with my best friends and light powder.

Jamie telling Calvin and Hobbes how it's going to be.

Of course there was some ice, some rocks and not all the lifts were running. Now my calves, quads and back are screaming. But I can't wipe the grin off my face with steel wool! It's on now, the alpine is open the base is settled and it's all cold smoke from here.

Yep, it's game on. After failing miserably to ski two weeks ago, and narrowly missing a heli trip up to the glacier, I needed vengeance big time. And so began the desperate weather watching, hoping that one day soon, the Whistler area would be shreddable once again. We all saw what was lining up for Saturday... not to be missed.