Think of the times when Rossland has most felt alive, and at its best. Did it involve drinking a beer while packed in with a bunch of friends at the ice bar, while watching the rail jam, a band or DJ? Did it happen on the side of a bobsled course? Maybe it was chatting with friends, while picking up fresh fruits and veggies and listening to live music at the Mountain Market? Perhaps it was one of the many “home-made” parades that Rossland does so well. A pancake breakfast at the fire hall?