Achilles

   "Yo Brad, how's it going, how was your trip into the Babines", I ask a friend who I haven't seen in months.
   "Achilles is dead. We got caught in a huge avalanche and Achilles got buried. I couldn't find him", Brad told me with solemn eyes.

   Achilles is dead? I have a hard time believing the truth in his words. Achilles, the happy go lucky Husky who talks to you if you ask "you wanna go skiing?". His high pitch bark slash growl happily proclaims "Yes! Lets go skiing!" I guess that was Achilles last ski.
   A dog dying in the backcountry is very upsetting, especially to someone who loves to go skiing with his dogs. As much as we love turning ski's on high mountain slopes dogs equally love crashing headlong through all the powdery snow. When you finally reach the bottom the dog's are all ready for another lap. It is truly a rewarding place to bring your dog, for both the dog and for their owner.
   However, every time you bring your dog on a trip into the mountains when skiing there is always a feeling of distrust to the mountains. You feel a little unease when your dog is under you while you cross a steep slope. You know the worst case scenario, I guess your only hope is that it won't happen to you, and it is devastating news that it happened to Brad and Achilles.

Rest in Peace Achilles, you were one of the rad ones.