The Rocky mountains are full of legend and myth. There are tales of explorers, pioneers and hunters. There's the Crowsnest pass rum-runners or the tourist-friendly legends like the Griz in Fernie*. When I was living in Fernie another mountain legend reached my ears. It was the tale of 5 guys from Nelson, British Columbia. I was told that they travel around the mountain towns spreading the gospel. The gospel according to AC/DC. Their name - BC/DC of course!

This weekend is the end of the ski season at Sunshine Village and the closing weekend party featured BC/DC. I had to go, just for a last ski and to see what the fuss was all about. The skiing wasn't great, slushy spring conditions but without the blue skies that would compensate. In fact the overcast gave way to driving snow about 10 minutes before the band were due on. But if you're in a hard-piping AC/DC tribute band do you let a mere snowstorm stop you rocking?

No sir you do not...


You bring on a guy in a cow suit and you rock.


Saying that BC/DC rock is like saying the Pope does the odd prayer in Latin or bears seldom take advantage of the toilets at a camp ground. It was fantastic: full of "the majesty of Rock, the pageantry of Roll." Like the darning of a sock, or the scoring of a goal....

* I know the Griz is real.