After returning home and saying goodbye to everyone, I went backpacking with a friend from school which was also an amazing experience but I still missed Red Mountain. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do next; I had planned to go to Uni but after my gap year I really wanted to go back to Canada to do another season. So I decided to defer my entry again and started looking at visas and job applications. Eventually however I decided it would be best to go to Uni first and give myself a backup plan in case ski instructing on a permanent basis wasn’t the thing for me. I have absolutely no regrets in making this decision and I think it was the right thing to do at the right time. I am however very determined to do another season after graduating and try out ski instructing as a career.

In September a big group of us all travelled down to NONSTOCK, which was a great chance to see everyone again and to meet people who had done the same courses in other resorts. The weekend was a great success and we’re already planning on the next trip. It was great to hear what everyone had been doing over summer and also discussing plans for the next season.

In this time I had discovered that there are a number of UK tour operators who are more than happy to employ ski instructors on a temporary basis especially during university and school holidays. In January of this year, me and Dan (a friend who was on the NONSTOP course at the same time as me) worked for a company called Interski in Courmayeur, Italy. The process for signing up was really straight forward; filling out a simple form on their website and then sending and replying to a couple of emails. The set up at Interski was really good; transport, accommodation and food was all included in the package and we were paid at the end as well!

I was really nervous at the beginning of the week, worried that I would forget everything that I had learnt in Red and that the kids I was teaching would realise that I wasn’t the amazing ski instructor I was supposed to be. But when you get into it you soon realise that the kids hang on your every word and trusting you to take them around the mountain. The thing I also forgot was that kids learn best from just skiing, you can stand around and tell them all the technique you want but at the end of the day the best way for them to learn is by doing.

I got to know all the other instructors really well in Courmayeur and will definitely be doing it again. Even though it’s a job you feel like you’re on holiday – ski instructing has to be the best job in the world. With companies like this, I plan to combine doing a few weeks ski instructing a year alongside my degree and then at the end have enough experience to land a really good instructor job back out in Canada.

I had an amazing time with NONSTOP on the 11-week course and would strongly recommend everyone to do it! It has given me great opportunities to continue instructing and has led to me meeting some incredible people. I have to say a huge thanks to my instructors Aladar and Jon who taught me loads and to all the guys who help run the course in Red. I’d go back today if I could!

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I had just finished my A-Levels and had loads of aspirations for an amazing gap year, I’d been looking forward to this year for the whole of my teenage life but when I was suddenly faced with the reality of it I actually had no idea what I was going to do. I knew I needed to save some money to go away so I’d started working doing tedious jobs in catering and bar work at exhibition centres in London. By the time I’d saved any decent money it was November and already a quarter of the way through my year – I had nothing planned. I was pretty unhappy in my job to say the least, working long hours and for not very much pay. It was when I was skiving off work at the Ski and Snowboard show looking at all the exhibits that I stumbled across NONSTOP, and suddenly it hit me. I’d always loved skiing but had ruled out doing a season because I didn’t want to be working in a chalet with equally bad hours and similar pay to what I was getting at home, but NONSTOP seemed to offer something different.

I got home that night and sent off an email straightaway, to my surprise I got an instantaneous reply and before I knew it I had booked my course within a couple of weeks and would be heading out to Red Mountain in January. Red had not jumped out at me as the obvious choice, it was by no means the most popular destination, and I don’t think I’d even heard of it before NONSTOP. Because I was so late to book, I didn’t have much choice but the guys at NONSTOP raved about it, and I’m glad they did – the choice to go there was one of the best things that could’ve happened to me.

We flew out to Red on the 19^th of January; I’d had a bit of contact with other guys on the course through facebook and the majority of us all met at Heathrow before the flight. After a long day of flying and coach transfers we finally arrived in Rossland. It was fairly late in the evening and snow was falling, suddenly my dream gap year was beginning.  I learnt who my housemates would be for the season and all of us being jet-lagged and excited we were up till about 7 in the morning. After all the introductory stuff and a few days to settle into life in Rossland and getting our ski legs fully prepared we began lessons.

Our house was great, it was strange for me living in my own house considering I had just finished school and was still living at home but once I’d settled in I loved it. We had a hot tub, pool and table tennis tables and proper wood burning fires that we got going religiously after a long day on the slopes.  Rossland is a really cool town, the kind of place where you get to recognise everyone’s face and everyone is super friendly. I’ve never had a 20 minute conservation in a supermarket about ski equipment but I did here! Although we had our own bus service up to the hill it was so easy just to hitch a ride up with one of Rossland’s friendly citizens. We had hearty meals in downtown Rossland, drinks in the ‘Shovel’ pub and après-ski at ‘Rafters’. Although it’s not the biggest party town we soon found the best spots to go and heaps of people threw house parties through the season.  Our course host Stacey was amazing, she seemed to be everywhere in Rossland at once. From picking us up in the mornings to chatting to us at dinner to flying past us on the hill, I don’t think the experience would have been the same without her and a lot of us are still in contact.

The terrain at Red is unreal; quite daunting at first but once you get used to it and taught how to ski properly, it is amazing! Steep and deep and on powder days there is no place on this planet that I would rather be. I was also amazed at how good our instructors were, I’d had lessons when I was younger and felt I’d always learnt quickly but these guys were unreal. The stuff we learned in such a short space of time and the things they picked up on in our techniques was astonishing. Everyone was skiing like pro’s by the middle of the course, let alone the end.  We skied “NONSTOP” quite literally, at every spare minute we would either be on the hill skiing or down in Rossland talking about it. I loved every single minute of my time in Red and ended up leaving with my CSIA level 2 and friends that I will keep for life.  I got on with everyone on the course, I was one of the youngest at 18 and the oldest was in their mid-40s, we had people from Australia, Japan and even Latvia as well as loads from the UK. My 11 weeks in Red were the best time of my life and it was really sad to leave. 

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It’s a rare thing when you experience a trip abroad where the reality of it matches the advert, especially when it’s something as huge as a whole season abroad where it feels as if there is the potential for too many things to go hideously wrong. So you can imagine my surprise when my year in Canada panned out perfectly, except perhaps for the odd morning spent with my head in the toilet, for which I should probably assume responsibly.

A productive ‘Google’ session:

I stumbled upon NONSTOP through one of those strangely interesting Google search sessions. The type of search that enhances your general knowledge of irrelevant facts, may assist your winning with a Christmas game of Trivial Pursuit, but generally is of no real relevance. I must admit that I was a little lost at the time. After 14 years of compulsory classroom sitting, I didn’t feel inclined to throw myself straight onto the university band wagon – and yet if I were to take a year out, it wouldn’t be to substitute science videos with Eastenders and gym class with my hourly stroll to the fridge. I thought that a season of skiing would be grand, if not a little ambitious, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to browse some instructor courses anyway. I didn’t think for a second that I would discover a company who would make this hair-brain scheme of mine so accessible!

I can’t tell you what a weight off my mind it was to hop onto Air Canada’s Heathrow to Calgary flight, knowing that my season’s accommodation was waiting for me (fun, like-minded house-mates included), 3 weeks of top-notch instruction (plenty of fun as well) and a full time instructing job to walk into afterwards! I thought that planning necessary details of the next six months of my life from the opposite side of the Atlantic would have been a mammoth task, and it would have been without the assistance and contacts that NONSTOP provided; and so on this very rare occasion my year turned out exactly as I’d dreamed it.

Three week instructor course:

I feel slightly horrified as I nosily peep around at my other NONSTOPers. A lifetime of Spring time ski trips in Europe has clearly had it’s effect. I stand wearing sunglasses with a neat little ponytail trailing down my back (hatless, of course) and begin to understand why, in minus15, the others seemed to think that hats and goggles were the way to go. I must look as if I’d just walked out of the 80′s, headband and all. On this rare occasion I feel misguided by my parents with regard to ski fashion. A smirk spreads across my face as I think back a few years and remember my brother, then 18, sporting a bright blue one piece with florescent pink stripes; my other brother in the purple version. Poor lads. I feel sudden relief that I never went on a school ski trip. Needless to say, I went and purchased some more suitable clothing for the next day.

Aside from that first morning’s fashion trauma, those three weeks were truly unforgettable. It’s astounding how in just three weeks such friendships and group dynamics can be established. Judging by the familiar banter between us all, you’d think that we’d known each other for years – not weeks – and I’m including the instructors and course leaders in this! It’s like a wonderful breath of  fresh, Rocky mountain air into your life, where routine and familiarity may have let it stale slightly. My days were spent setting tracks down powdered pistes and acquiring new skills to show-off on the next family ski trip and, at the same time, quietly building up confidence and eliminating any reservations that I had about the upcoming assessment.

I am one of those people who switches off easily, but the instruction was of such high calibre that every day my skiing improved and at the end of the three weeks it was totally transformed! If I wasn’t a show off before, I sure am now.

Come night time, the hot tub would bubble away waiting to relax those tired muscles, flavour-oozing food would be ready to fill my stomach and a whole jungle of activity would be awaiting my discovery in Banff town. Bars were buzzing and the clubs were ready to show me that every night in Banff is a good night. You could take yourself for a swim, a fireside ice skate at the Fairmont; you could treat yourself to a movie or a game of bowling. My best nights were spent enjoying a few beers, appreciating some Alberta beef and being in the company of good friends in one of the local taverns: the ‘Rose and Crown’ is always a good shout. I don’t think I would have found myself bored in Banff if I was there for a decade.

Gap year Canada.

Many of the NONSTOPers were also seeing the season out and had jobs lined up at Mount Norquay. Unfortunately we had to say ‘goodbye’ to a few who flew back to the UK. Thanks to Nonstop, I was put in contact with a Banff based company called ‘Gap Year Canada’, who provided my season’s accommodation, with about 40 others living in Banff for the season. It’s probably similar to the ‘student’ lifestyle; except you spend your days building up your goggle tans and not writing dissertations. Excuse me if I sound smug there – I am.

Our chalets were gorgeously Canadian with the benefit of being situated about a 5 minutes walk from Banff Ave (the only street you need to be familiar with in Banff). I would always be appreciative of this when it was minus 30 something and I was venturing out for the night. It was difficult not to revel in this advantage when various work friends would have to walk 25 minutes to their own staff accommodation. The energetic young couple who run ‘GapCan’, as we call it, devote their time to organising trips and adventures to guarantee that we get the best experience of Banff. It provides a secure base and network of friends that allows you to pursue whatever it is that you hope to gain from the season.

Instructing at Mount Norquay:

I know that I took this course for the right reasons. I loved my job. I would wake up late every morning, struggle to get dressed in a frantic rush, fail to remember my lunch in the fridge and scamper out the door with my room mate in tow to get to the bus stop in time. By the time we got there, one of two things happened: I’d either be caked in brown splodges where my tea had sloshed out of my thermos by my ungraceful, hurried walk, or, and this was most often the case, we’d round the corner and see the bus fully loaded waiting to leave, and have to run in full gear, clutching my thermos the last 100 metres in front of a bus full of amused co-workers. Fortunately for us, the driver had a great sense of humour and at least we amused everyone else. Once the banter died down I’d peer out of the window on the Norquay road and watch the sun peep out from behind Mount Rundle – continuously amazed that not only was I lucky enough to be there at that moment in time, but that I had a season of it! Gorgeous views aside, I had a real passion for the teaching. It wasn’t always perfect and you would have those days where you’d be teaching groups of three year olds for 5 hours straight. Sometimes you have those kids who just decide to keel over every 5 seconds when they’re stationary. They go all floppy in your arms and refuse to stand up and put weight onto their own legs. They clatter to the ground and then lay there, shovelling snow into their mouths with their mitted hands. They think it’s a game. I think that games are supposed to be fun. You get exhausted and achy but then something clicks into place, and as soon as you see them doing their first snowplough, the previously painful lessons are suddenly worth every unceremonious clatter to the ground. I had a lot of fun teaching and it was thoroughly rewarding. The ski school was collectively, the funniest group of people I’ve worked with. I’m off to do a ski season with a couple of them next winter, and in good contact with the rest; plus it’s always handy to have good contacts around the world. The truth is that when I plonked myself in front of ‘Google’ and searched for instructor courses, I just didn’t think that everything I’ve done this last year would have been as feasible as it was.

Tea splodges and floppy three years olds aside, I have just returned from the best year of my life, so far anyway, and I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to take some beating. I took one big, exhilarating leap of faith and landed safely in two feet of powder in the Canadian Rockies. Uni will have to wait – I’m off to the Alps!

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Welcome to week 9, it seems like so long ago since I wrote weeks 1 & 2, and this week just gone has been one of the most amazing I’ve experienced (and I like to think I’ve had some good ones!).  This week was excitingly busy starting from Monday when we attempted to go skiing, alas the slopes were closed again, this time due to avalanche danger rather than high winds.  Fortunately we were prepared for this and had a back-up plan – rock climbing!  So off we went in our mechanically depleted bus to the next town of Castle Hill, which has some spectacularly formed rocks from when the land used to be under sea.  After playing a few hide and seek kind of games, we decided that attempting to climb the boulders would be equally as fulfilling as running around them.  There were of course a few scratches and bruises to be shown off later, but it was so much fun I’d do it again tomorrow!

Well as it turned out I couldn’t actually do it again tomorrow because the next morning we set off for Christchurch, heading for the beach to try surfing.  Making the short walk from the surf hire shop to the beach, I began to wonder what the hell I was doing  – I don’t particularly like being in the sea, and the concept of trying to stand up on a big board as a wave picks you up isn’t really my idea of fun.  However, once I got in there that’s exactly what it was!  I only managed to stand up and actually surf twice in the space of 2 hours, but a few of the others were much more successful.

The day was far from over though, as we were on a mission to do something that you can’t do in very many places in the world – surfing and skiing in the same day.  Christchurch is about an hour and a half away from Springfield, our small town near the mountains, so we had a few hours to rest before we set off for an evening’s skiing… yes that’s right – evening.  We were heading for a small club ski field called Broken River, which is an experience in itself even if you don’t ski.  If you’ve read Pieter’s week 3 blog you will already know about it.

When we arrived it was snowing quite heavily, and had been for most of the day while we had been surfing less than 2 hours away!  Night skiing started at 7pm and the new snow had brought with it about 100 people, which is quite a lot for a small ski area, especially as only half of it was under the floodlights, but there was still plenty of fresh powder for everyone.  By the time we had made our way back to the car park and driven the bus down the snowy, icy, rocky access road and home, it was almost midnight and needless to say it wasn’t long before our rooms were filled with more of a satisfactory purring noise than the usual intoxicated kind of snoring usually heard.

Anyway, the night skiing was so good that Broken River decided to repeat it the next day, and we couldn’t wait to get back up there for some more evening action.  On the Wednesday the storms that had been coming in from the north west over the last couple of weeks had started to ease and the weather was perfect, including an almost-full moon to help illuminate the slopes.  That night though we didn’t come home, instead we drove further across into the mountains to a small town called Arthurs Pass, where we had booked a night in a hostel.

There was a reason for this change of accommodation, and that reason is a place called Temple Basin – which again is a club field, but bigger with far more challenging terrain including steep, narrow gulleys, various natural jumps, and even small cliff drops.  To have the privilege of skiing there though, you must first make the hour long hike up the mountain path while your baggage is sent up in a huge basket lift.  Strong walking boots are definitely helpful with this, but of course we had no such luxury, so we made the journey through what became quite deep snow in places and uneven rocks in others with my just our regular trainers!

Once we were settled in our rooms, no time was wasted before heading out to ski some delightfully soft snow.  However, as with Broken River, there are simply a few rope pulley systems that you clip onto from a waist-harness and you literally get pulled up the hill, it is quite an experience and not easy to get used to!  We skied until we could ski no more (or at least until we got tired of using the rope tows), and then it was dinner time.  The interesting thing about Temple Basin is that nothing is normal, so one group at a time we trudged down to the big basket lift to carry a load of food and drink up to the lodge.  The snow outside was deep, it was quite dark, and many of us already being tipsy made this an interesting challenge – I almost accidentally rugby tackled someone whilst attempting to carry 2 crates of coke!

As the evening went on there were all kinds of activities going on, mostly involving the use of what had previously been our dinner tables.  After a few games of twister, played mostly by the NZRAF (New Zealand Royal Air Force in case you were having trouble figuring that one out), then both table climbing and table sliding were introduced.  I had a go at the latter and had the aches and bruises to show for it the next day.  We were also invited to take on the kiwi top guns in a drinking contest, which they of course won, but more through cheating than anything else, still we weren’t about to argue with them.

Meanwhile, back in Springfield, Jheni and Sarah were having their share of fun with the Porters staff at the backpackers.  I don’t have all the details, but it involved attempting to skateboard around inside two at a time, which as you can imagine wasn’t very successful.  The girls also had a good time skiing up at Porters, with great conditions on Bluff Face.

Back to Temple Basin and my skiing the next day deteriorated slightly due to being very hungover, but was still enjoyable nonetheless.  Our lunch break was most welcome that day, and I took an extended one in an attempt to revitalise myself by way of caffeine and chocolate.  It worked a treat and I was soon back on the slopes high on sugar!  Sadly the time soon came for us to leave, and we faced the long hike back down the mountain.  Not wanting to spend another hour walking, I decided instead to embark on a calorie-fuelled run down and made it in about 20 minutes, surprisingly without twisting an ankle.

We slept very well again that night, which was definitely an advantage as Jason woke us up early on Saturday morning having managed to get us booked in to do heli-skiing!  So as we dragged ourselves out of bed, half reluctantly and half excitedly, we could see that it was another beautiful day, almost resembling summer if it weren’t for the mountains being half covered in snow.  For anyone unsure as to what heli-skiing involves, you basically get flown into the heart of the mountains where no one else can get to, and get dropped off near the top of a peak with a guide.  You get to ski some of the most amazing deep, powdery, natural, untracked slopes in the world, in addition to flying in a helicopter – which is also an awesome experience!

Like any adventure worth doing, there are a couple of drawbacks – it is quite expensive, and the chance of serious injury is a little more likely than in normal skiing.  In fact the group in front of ours lost their guide in the afternoon after he fell and broke his leg, he was choppered back to base and off he went to hospital.  This was a freak accident though and I never felt in danger at any point, even when I took a few tumbles down a very steep slope!

That brings you up to date with things here in Springfield at the end of an adrenalin-soaked week.  There will be more to come as we prepare for the last week of the course, including our end of season party – so watch this space!

Cheers

Matt

Tuesday, unfortunately, was a closed day at Mt Hutt due to high winds. So instead of skiing the day was spent indoors in Methven, going through the rest of the progression and other such things, at the end of the day we found out that instead of having our teaching exam on Thursday, it would be on Wednesday, needless to say we were all very scared.

Wednesday morning was taken up with the teaching exams, and, after we all smashed the exam we went back to the pub and got drunk very, very early. For some reason I was convinced into repeating my bear-hunting based exam lesson in the pub needless to say it was borderline humiliation. The final exam morning was spent waiting to see if ‘Mt Shutt’ was going to open or not, then when it finally did we all trouped up the mountain in gale force winds and stunned the examiners with our personal skiing. The group made its nervous way into Forest Lodge where the prize giving was taking place, when we left we were ski instructors!

What followed was a horrible combination of heavy drinking and for me, the loss of shoes and a two hour drunken, bare-foot stumble around Methven in search of where I was staying. The following weekend was also spent mostly intoxicated.

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Aside from the vast amounts of basic parallel and wedge demo turns that were bashed out we were lucky enough to get a free-ski powder day at Porters. Contrary to Jason’s best advice and warnings of concealed rocks the majority of the group managed to gouge their skis down to the base layer, and, in the case of one trainee (who shall remain nameless) managed to smash their face off their ski pole and put a hole in their lip!

On Wednesday the group was entrusted with an entire school of second time skiers, this gave certain members of the group a golden opportunity to get valuable hands on time teaching the higher level progressions.

On Thursday night we were joined for dinner and rifle shooting by Mark who runs NONSTOP ski at Red Mountain in Canada, who if he had managed to shoot his own card would have had a respectable score; also joining us was Mike the chairman of the CSIA who managed to hammer us all at shooting. Nothing major happened at the weekend, moderate drinking was done, but that’s about it.

We have had great results for the level 1 exam. 6/7 passed including some great teaching scores with a very near 10 out of 10 for Malcom. Everyone has done amazingly well to achieve so much in such a short period of time. More news to follow on the exam week very soon.

The team with their instructor jackets!!

On Tuesday morning we had a rare break from demo’s but little did we know that what was about to happen was far more taxing!  With our instructor jackets back on we were briefed on the logistics of  a station teach.  This basically involves a couple of instructors at each station allowing beginners to progress right from learning how to put their skis on through to performing basic wedge turns. If a student struggles at any particular station they just repeat the activity again.  In theory this all sounded great. However, add in 160 school children who have never skied before on a small beginners area and you have a recipe for complete carnage but a lot of fun!

I spent most of the session teaching them to side step up the hill.  It became increasingly difficult to be enthusiastic about side stepping, especially  as the kids saw more and more of their friends cruising up the magic carpet!  However, I managed and for the final part of the session I helped in encouraging them to start turning.  Finally, after a crazy 3 hours and a well deserved high five from the ski school director, we were back into demo’s!

Friday soon came around and we were rewarded with a trip to watch the rugby in Christchurch, Canterbury vs Waikato.  This was particularly exciting for Pieter who had never been to a big, live sports event before.  The match was followed by a curry and then back home for a late drink in the pub.

Saturday, Zoe and I took a trip to Christchurch  to do some shopping. We hopped on the West Coast Shuttle and after a great chat with the driver he even gave us a discount on our fare.  That night we went for dinner at Springfield backpackers with a few of the Porters staff.  A few games of pool later on topped off an altogether great day.

Sunday was meant to be a day of rest.  It started well, we all chilled out watching Kung Fu Panda (very funny, I highly recommend it) and later a meal at the pub.  Until this point it had been a very relaxing, leisurely day.  However, it soon became clear that this was fast becoming the biggest night in the pub of the season so far.  Without going into too much detail there was a lot of dancing on tables, tequila slammers with the assistance of someone lying on the bar and the night finally ended with naked men being photographed at the doughnut!

A final point for anyone reading this who may be thinking of coming on the course.  As suggested earlier in the blog, what goes on in the pub definately does not stay in the pub.  There are no secrets!  Any faux pas that occur, expect to be remminded of them the next day by all the mountain staff and most of the locals and expect this continue until someone else does something even more stupid!

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On Thursday the weather had brightened up and so had our spirits. We arrived at Porters and were given the red coats to help out with teaching a coach full of kids from a local school. A massive effort was put in by everyone and most of the kids were doing good wedge turns by the end. After lunch we worked heavily on our personal skiing and we all stepped up the game and massive improvements were made in all our skiing. Jason was so pleased with our improvements that we had a little bit of time left over to go for a free ski and a few of us smashed bluff face on some less than perfect conditions. All in all a great day was had by everyone.

Friday we arrived at the mountain and were given the red jackets once again but this time we didn’t have the comfort of an instructor to help us as we split into teams of 2 and took a lesson by ourselves, once again we excelled ourselves and saw huge improvements in the students skiing which only added to our confidence.

Week 5 ended but a few of us didn’t have our fix of skiing for the week due to the couple of closed days so Jason dropped us off for a for a free ski day on Saturday and after doing the whole mountain we found that we liked bluff face the best so we spent the rest of the day smashing bluff face on lovely ‘powder sugar baby’ snow and once again a great day was had by all.

Week 5 saw huge improvements in all aspects of our skiing and teaching which has given us great confidence in going into the last 2 weeks before our exam.

What a week, bring on the exam!