So me days remind me just how incredible it all is. Breakfast and Coffee at 5. Load up the sled and leave the house at 515. Park and start walking at 645. Sunlight hits the trees at 704. Drop into the next basin at 710. Blown away by sunrise at 712. Find imminently fresh wolf tracks at 719. Follow them until they double back and make me wonder who is following who... time unknown... Gain ridge-line looking down into incredible steep ski terrain at 745
The search for anything resembling solo ski terrain, puts me atop a 1000 ft tree run. Entrance somewhere around 40 degrees, mellows within 30-40 feet to 35 degrees of perfect burn trees. Tether to stout tree with 8mm cord and drop down to dig a pit - 8 am. Reasonable results and 8 inches of great powder. Climb back up and tie in to the end of the tether just short enough to keep me out of the trees if I guess wrong on the stability. One giant 12 ft jump turn onto the most likely trigger point. Nothing. Untie and leave the tether. 830 AM
Blissful and conservative skiing for a thousand feet of cold sun drenched perfection!
Skin track out is easy and I pass many committing lines. 920 am skins are off and I am looking down my next line - the most conservative I can find.
This one would be a bit faster than the last. It feels good to look down something steep and fast again. No way to go slow here. The top would slough fast and I know it. I feel confident but it has been been awhile, and that's what I think as I slide the first 10 feet. Nerves. Then i flipped a switch as the slope rolls over 50 degrees. Total focus. Seven turns and 600 ft later I am hollaring uncontrollably.
Skin Back to the top to retrieve the tether from the first run 1020. Ski back towards the sled 600 ft mellow burn trees in great powder down. 500 ft up, 600 more down of the same awesome burn trees.
Home to Sun and 60 degree at 1230. Whats next? Fishing.
Sunday - Rain up pretty high. Chilled to the bone and nothing that could be called skiing. Saw something resembling falling snow at 6600 ft then it turned back to rain. Least motivation ever. Considerable wet slide danger between us and good skiing. Turned around. Least successful day skiing in past 10 years.