We decided to head east, hoping for better weather.... It started to crack open enroute. "This is just like the guidebook said it would be!" |
There was a bit of bootpack posthole misery, heading up the ridge.. but the views were nice Sugar snow isn't sweet |
Chris Christie took the ridge-rot posthole to the next level, and fell into this hole!... Chris was skinning, so it was a big surprise for him that this hole collapsed and swallowed him. |
Dave B and Jon J set up a quick anchor and fished Chris out. |
Back to gawking at lines... The terrain is alot more rocky in this zone compared to areas closer to the coast. Cool to shred amongst the rock walls |
Stuff looks good when it is sunny |
I photoshopped a pic of dave into this pic of sun and blue sky , as Dave usually likes to travel with a milk entourage. I slid into my line in and out |
Jon Johnston making the mountain his canvas. |
Dave B making the mountain, his own private idaho. |
Chris Christie enjoying the silky smooth sensation, that is skiing on powder type snow. Jon J |
Round two, headed for the ramps
More sweetness out yonder way. Union Brotherhood of the Posthole Service. |
Some real nasty skinning, and bootpackery. I cursed alot. Can you spot the matching lunch kits. |
Dave and I wanted to drop in off the top of the nose... Another nasty rollover with a pepper dance off the top and midway down. We all tied our shoelaces together to see if we could get a look in. |
Its alot nicer to look at with sun... This is a shot from last year, and looks a bit more filled in... We pulled the pin as the light went flat, and opted for the skiers left ramp. |
We skinned up for one last "bonus" run. Dave B goes further and deeper and drops into yet another backyard discovery, with a half ass sun tint on it!... Ya Dave! |
Dave makes two precise turns before pointing his snowboard downhill , through the choke and avoiding the rocks that dominate the landscape. This is Dave Basterrechea's perfect moment. |
Dave B getting his PHD in soulriding. |
Mini golf land getting the late light. Sweet as mate! |