Vancouver, which is just across the border from Seattle, is hardly what most people think of Canada – It rarely snows in the city and during the summer beaches are packed. But during winter, the mountains outside Vancouver get walloped with something like 30 feet of snow. I spent a day last winter on one of those mountains learning to build that most cliched of all Canadian shelters – the igloo. It was like making a snow fort as a kid but a lot more work. I wrote about the experience for The Washington Post.
Learning to Build an Igloo in the Mountains outside Vancouver
Remy Scalza; Special to the Washington Post
Chilled from a day in the snow, stiff from hours of shoveling, we worm down the tunnel of the igloo one after the other. The wind’s howl mutes to a low hum. The day’s gray light goes black. I follow the pair of boots in front of me, crawling through cold, clammy air toward the glimmer of light ahead.
The boots belong to Michael Harding, igloo evangelist. An outdoor guide with baby-blue eyes and snow-white hair, Harding has raised untold hundreds of igloos in this corner of western Canada. “They’re warmer than tents. They’re soundproof. They’re practically cozy,” he’d explained that morning, as we climbed into the backcountry of the mountains outside Vancouver in his late-model Nissan Pathfinder. A friend and I have joined him and another guide for a one-day crash course in igloo basics. Not that I’m planning an assault on K2 anytime soon. But even for armchair adventurers, there’s just something about an igloo.
Our proving ground today is a plateau high atop Cypress Mountain, whose 4,700-foot peaks rise dizzyingly just beyond the city limits. Perhaps best known as the host to some 2010 Olympic ski events, Cypress is stubbornly wild. More than 30 feet of snow falls here in an average winter, and the endless, craggy backcountry provides a popular training ground for hard-core hikers gearing up for expeditions to Washington state’s Mount Baker, Alaska’s Mount McKinley and other high peaks of the North American West. Never mind the tots in ski boots in the parking lot and the legions of Lululemon-wearing hikers: Cypress still feels extreme.
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