![]() ![]() Sucked down some water, tried to eat a little and rested for about 15 minutes seemed to help. Nightmares of Powstash this summer came hauntinly back to me. Got down to where we had started skinning and I just about "bonked" worst I've felt in awhile. We both knew the torture that laid ahead of us so PoHo tracked down his pack and we were quickly on our way skiing some of the most punchy, zippy-crusted, knee torquing snow ever. Skied two steep, north facing aprons right off the top for PoHo and then the sun was gone. You literally felt like you were skiing in a fire hadn't felt that since AK 5 years ago. Anywho, the clouds finally drifted by and we were left with a minute or two of some of the brightest orange alpenglow I've ever seen. All we could do was just sit there and laugh in a "I hope it stops cause I am just too damn tired and hungry to go after it" sorta way. Just before we got the last bit of sunlight, PoHo accidentally bumped his pack and it started rolling every so slowly down the hill - but not stopping. Sat tight and got cold waiting for three strips of clouds to hopefully drift by before the sun dipped behind the Oquirrhs impatience, frustration and a few other emotions were going through our minds thinking we might have worked so hard for nothing but the adventure - oh well. It would be sick in a TH and Powstash kinda way though Also, looking up towards the South Summit - I am pretty sure it went all the way through. Olympus Couloir dropping off the the NE - that thing is a friggin' boulevard and was still holding nice creamy pow. We got to the saddle a short while later. ![]() Our coveted alpenglow shot might be lost. Few roller balls in the top 6" coming down from Guert's Ridge, but the snow was cooling back down so we weren't too terribly worried 'bout wet slides.Ī few hundy feet from the top, the only clouds of the day starting moving in and our spirits weren't too high as it was getting close to 5pm also. ![]() The thing had run during the later part of last weeks storm so we were skinning on a fairly supportable, firm base. PoHo skinning towards the bottom 1/4 of the Coulie with SLC in the background. PoHo suggested taking some, but I was much too busy inventing new cuss words. Just picture a lil route finding (go up a running 30' waterfall or go around and hope it meets the stream again on the other side), a helluva lot of tight bushwacking (not too friendly with skis on the pack), some river running, some mixed moves and sloshing around in satured snow up to your balls Thinking back, wish now I had pics of all this. No pics (or words can do justice) of the heinous hell that we had to endure between the stream and where the bottom of the coolie got filled in enough to start skinning. Got to the stream in about an hour without hustling too much no need to when you know what lies ahead. I'm sure PoHo was thinking similar thoughts as we entered the Mt. Nothing like turning around to see a gaper from Chicago trailing you in his AT boots and snowpants in 55 deg sunny weather to make you say, "hmmmm, just wth are we doing?" We wanted the alpenglow shots out of it (which PoHo got and they are SICK!!) so we didn't start till noon. So, when we finally got some snow down low last week - it was on!! And after missing possibly the best day in it ever last year, I have been kicking myself for all last summer. PoHo and I have been eyeing this thing (for you Utards it is the center Couloir on Olympus' front side that we can all see from anywhere in the valley) ever since we moved here 4 or 5 years back. Emphasis on the "Fool's" day Pics ain't that great cause they are from a high-jacked-barely-still-alive digi cam from work, but they'll do none the less.
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