I hope that somewhere there's a list of 37 things you must do before you are 37. I hope that in it, nestled between say 25. Sail up the Mekong (missed that) and 27. Watch the sunrise at Glastonbury (and that) is 26. Ski Delirium Dive at Sunshine Village. I hope all this because that's what I spent my last day of being 36 doing and I'd hate to think I'd wasted the opportunity of ticking something off the list.

Actually it wouldn't have been a waste, list or not. It was fantastic. The interweb describes it thus

Delirium Dive offers some of the craziest, sickest in bounds terrain of any resort on North America: 2000 vertical feet, 700 skiable acres and slopes averaging 40 to 60º.

In fact it wasn't as scary as it sounds but then that's maybe because I was there with an instructor who showed me the lines to take. The thing with the Dive is that you can't go on your own. You must ski with at least 1 partner and you must have the full avalanche gear: transceiver, shovel and probe. That's why I chose to "go with a pro" as a birthday treat. I signed up for Delirium Sunday which means you can go in a group with an instructor who will kit you out with this season's must have accessories. In fact our group was me and one other and after a quick trial run where our instructor could see if she thought we would make it we headed up the chairlift.

From the top of the chair it's a short hike up:

Then it's a long way down:

but there are helpful signs if you aren't sure of the way:

In the end we did it three times:


I survived and there are more photos here. And now I'm 37. 37!!! Sweet Jebus.