No cabins, no crowds, and endless lines in “the most peaceful place in the world.” Words :: Todd Lawson // photos :: Michael Overbeck.

“Surrounded by Castles”
The forecast calls for minus 22 C overnight and the idea of freezing my cojonĂ©s off between the walls of a canvas tent is an unwelcome proposition. The Sea to Sky backcountry is dotted with cabinsâsturdy labours of love with places to cook and dine while glowing woodstoves simultaneously warm hearts and dry gear. Why would anyone willingly skip that scene for a tent-based adventure?
âWe wanted to give people the experience of really being in the mountains, and being alone,â says JF Plouffe of Coast Mountain Guides. âThereâs something really special about getting dropped off by a helicopter next to a lake surrounded by castles of mountains. Then we build camp, put on skins, and start walking. Thereâs no noise, no sound, no light pollution… just the mountains and the sky, in a place even snowmobiles canât reach. When youâre out there under a night full of stars, itâs the most peaceful place in the world.â

Thereâs no noise, no sound, no light pollution… just the mountains and the sky, in a place even snowmobiles canât reach.
A Great Reward
Plouffe, whoâs been guiding clients in the Coast Mountains for more than 20 years, wanted to offer his clients a solitary experience that connects them to the landscape more than a typical skin-up and ski-in to an often crowded backcountry cabin. Even in the beauty of the mountains, sleeping two feet away from a stranger always seems strange, especially when theyâre sawing logs all nightâbut is this reason enough to suffer the harsh cold of winter tenting in the alpine?
âIâm not the guide that looks just for pow,â says Plouffe inside a now cozy-warm tent our four-person party worked together to erect earlier in the day. âFor me itâs the whole picture… the moon rising over the mountain, the sun setting over the crest, the tiny sparkling crystals in the morning hoarfrost. Winter is real and folks need to be prepared to be uncomfortable, so they achieve a great reward.â

A Secret Paradise
Later that evening, as the last of the logs (Plouffe prefers the long-burning Enviro-Logs made from 100 per cent waxed, corrugated cardboard boxes) stopped throwing heat and the dark of night swooped in with face-slapping cold, suffer we did. I slept in five layers of clothing with a âhot shotâ slipped in between two pairs of socks (a genius hack, FYI) inside a -30 C sleeping bag. I survived.
I also used snow for toilet paper in the morning (thatâll wake you up quick!) and all our beer was frozen solid by the time we returned from an incredible day of fresh tracks. But since the untouched terrain wasnât in jeopardy of being poached by the masses each morning, we were able to take our time getting warm, fed, and ready for another big day in the hills. Plouffe seemed on a mission to find the best terrain possible in a secret paradiseâa place you could explore every day for a month and never ski the same line twice.

Northern Comfort
Collectively, our group of four cold souls risked nothing more than living outside of our comfort zone for a couple of nights. And the reward? Well, that became apparent as we started to skin upâuntouched, cold-smoke powder through steep, gladed trees that funneled into narrow chutesâwhat Plouffe likes to call northern comfort. With no snowmobiles in sight, we were free to roam this untouched, winter-white playground for three pristine days before the big bird came to whisk us back to civilization.

When I got home and kissed my daughter goodnight, I was grateful for the roof over our heads and the comfy foam mattress; grateful for the heat, and for the toilet paper. But that night, I dreamed I was dining on pow for breakfast while still inside my sleeping bag. Maybe the freezing tent has advantages too. Best way to know is go see for yourself.