It was pretty fucking sick. I went up to berthoud pass looking for some good wind deposited snow that might slide.
looking good
I dug a small pit and found about 8 inches of wind deposited on a layer of facets. Not bad, but then found that in some places it was 6-8 inches on a sheet of ice. I was hoping for a deeper windslab, but either way it was looking pretty good.
I thought i could get something to go on the east stanley headwall, since i saw a slide there about a week ago. But i figured it be safer to start small since this would be my first slide of the season. I looked down at this and it looked pretty choice.
So I swooped in and took a big turn. To my surprise i hit a big patch of rocks. gagagagagagaga screamed my skis. Well that was totally giegh. So i looked down the line a little harder and noticed the drifting was deep. I took one turn into the trees and sank in deep waist deep. For short lived magical moment I remembered that this is what skiing is about. Not starting slides. But then i was back the ankle-knee deep and remembered what i was here for. Back to reality. I had the camera in my hand ready to capture the first fracture. And there it was:
I managed to put the camera back in my pocket and ski out of that thing clean. It wasn't the best slide i've ever been in, actually it really only felt like a little sluff, but hey it's only november. I b-lined it out of there with minimal turning. Barely scraped a coulple of rocks. Once again, i was feeling what skiing is all about. I was in shin to knee deep snow feeling the float and hearing the glistening snow beneath my feet.
hiked back up to check out the crown. Not too deep, but i'm ok with it:
walked over to hit this:
triplerock
did a 180 on the bottom rock and skied it switch to the road.
beautiful day at berthoud pass.
Avalanche Sam is back mothafuckas!!!!!
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