Thursday, February 26, 2009

Velvet White Room

You know that things are looking on the up-and-up when snow banks are 8'-10' as your approaching the p-lot. Thank god right?? Well I kinda got spoiled on vacation last week ripp'n bc at Teton Pass and hit up some surprisingly sweet terrain in Eastern Oregon at Anthony Lakes (future blog to come...) So my partner (lower left photo) and I roll into the HRM lot, park, do a little skin for the 'ol boy, get ready for a day of, ohhh waist high skiing. The first thing that I notice is that it is F-ing cold on the lift and may be a bit under-dressed. The air is much more humid than the air of the Tetons, even at 18 degrees F.

Rip a few mellow runs on Star but the snow is too deep to get your swerve on, you know??

Patrol was bombing in Heather at the time, which works for me because that means that soon everybody will be lining up at Star and the Reserve will be wide open.

Within 1/2 an hour the gates open to lower and I move out to Gods...
Run 1: Epoch velvet deep turns down "lower left."
Run 2: Hiked to the top of "Gods, " Dropped center left off which included a
manditory 6' fin/rock drop. Hit the drop just fine, landed with like a bomb, slid on my ass for a second and then my left ski popped off. Attempts of self arresting were feudal and I slid 40'-60'. After I stopped all I had was my right ski and my left pole. My right pole ended up an additional 50' below with the remainder of the sluff.. Luckily the crust that I slid down on was soft enough to kick into so I could retrieve my ski that was sticking out of the crust vertically above. Retrospectively this was really lucky because that ski could have ended up 500' below, cuz my teles don't have brakes or leashes... Successfully retrieved my shite and fun runned the bastard.

Run 3: One more bomber down lower left dropping mellower fins and tree pillows. Fun shite...

By the end of these power laps I was pretty much toasty and humgary which led me back to the car to meet Oly, skin 2K with him and call it a day.

Photos (from top to bottom): Dude bra who dropped the correct fin line behind me on Gods, Trying to pick my fin line on Lap 3, Self portrait, Oly dog - the only partner I could wrangle for the day.

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