The question of what makes a great line has no easy answer. Obviously the snow and weather conditions as well as particular features of the line itself play a large role. However, I have increasingly realized that it is intangible factors which turn good days into great ones.
This was the third time I skied Big Eyes this year. The first was in late November and we were stopped a little over half way up by a rock outcropping. It was a classic early season outing with the typical problems.
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Later in the spring I went back. And again I came away disappointed. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t great either. I thought I was done with Big Eyes for the year but when we decided against our original plan, we gave it another shot. This time the stars aligned to produce one of my favorite days of the year. None of us could stop smiling.
Approaching the apron, it is clear you are in for an aesthetic descent. Jagged rock pillars tower over most of the couloir.
A short apron leads to 2000 feet of inset climbing. Surprisingly there was zero rock fall.
Now I got your attention, right? This is one of the coolest girls I have ever met and it was my absolute pleasure to show her around the backcountry.
Life is good.
(FRD)
The coulie held some of the best corn I have ever skied. It was perfect top to bottom. No refreeze, no crust, no glop.
(FRD)
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It felt so good to get reacquainted with the Gore. I have missed her so. Short drive, good snow, great views.
It is hard to capture just how inset the couloir is. It is truly the stuff of dreams. If it was 1000 feet longer or steeper, Big Eyes would be an ultra classic. Regardless, it is a top three line for the year.
(FRD)
(FRD)
There are two alternatives near the bottom. Coast down the apron or straightline through this gap. I knew FRD would send it but I wasn’t sure about my female friend. She, however, had no such doubts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She hit it full throttle and skied out perfectly until she ditched too much speed and caught an edge. Then, bam, an image that is burned into my memory: she starts tumbling down the apron with equipment flying in all directions. Immediately after she stopped sliding, she was already hiking back up for her stuff. The smile on my face grew even bigger.
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