Chopper

The first time I was in a chopper it was free and unmemorable, that's right I don't remember it, I was in a coma. During a weekend of skiing, off the Ice Field Parkway between Lake Louise and Jasper, I had gone into a deep sleep at the Hilda Creek Hostel. Apparently I had heat stroke, which landed me my first chopper ride and first visit to Jasper National Park. It was a short-lived coma, I woke up four days later in Edmonton while my Uncle was praying for me! Years later it has left me thankful that the memory loss didn't last. Usually, the best chopper rides are the ones you don't have to pay for, like while tree planting or exploring for precious metals. The most memorable chopper ride was when I was a field assistant/safety person for Hawthorne Gold Corporation. While exploring for precious metals around Mt. Carruthers I was swept above the vast wilderness of northern British Columbia and deposited on my first mountain of the year!