Yesterday I got back on my skis for the first time in 3 days. It's been freakishly cold for the past few days and I've used that as a good excuse to take a break from skiing and do some bouldering at the gym. Max, Bill and I left town around 8, planning on poking around some north facing shots in the Park.
The skinning went quickly and it even warmed up enough for me to shed a layer and go glove-less. Skies were partly cloudy and the high peaks took on that majestic, mystical aura as they moved in and out of sight.
Once on top, Max scoped the line that he had been eyeing from another peak. He said he was 95% sure it went through, but that 95% of the lines on that side DIDN'T go through. Hmmm. We dropped in and skied gladed trees into a Granite Canyon-style chute for about a 1000 feet. Unbelievable! Perfect pitch, perfect snow, no tracks...
..Aaand then the chute rolled over steeply. We could see small trees going down a hundred feet or so , but it went around a corner and under a rock outcropping and we couldn't get eyes on it. We'd left our ropes and harnesses at the house, so we decided to boot back up and ski another line that DID go through. Well that was fun while it lasted.
Max took the honors and the booting was easy along the ridge. A couple of 4th class moves on some rock made things interesting. Even got a bomber hand jam in at one point. Soon enough we were back on our skis and skiing gladed powder to another chute. Although SUPER tight getting in, this one went through. Untracked powder was promptly skied all the way to Avalanche Canyone.
A second lap was discussed but declined, and we opted for a pitcher of beer and Moose Bread at Dornan's instead. Another fun day in the Tetons. Next time, I'll bring the ropes.\
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