Ty and I broke trail under bluebird skies. Snow was soft, but above treeline we were only getting a few inches of ski penetration. It had settled considerably overnight.
At this entrance we lopped a Gene Simmons tongue of a cornice, sending several hundred pounds of snow to the bottom but failed to trigger a slab avalanche. Upon looking over the edge we noticed a nearly buried crown line, though it was hard to guess it's age or on which weak layer it had failed.
Ski cutting into most north-facing side of the gully, I triggered a shallow soft slab of freshly wind-deposited snow. By late morning the wind was transporting significant amounts of storm snow, though most new deposits were F to 4F density.
Velvet cake skiing on the fresh debris; beyond where the cornice had rolled it was just velvet
It got green-housy by lunchtime and solar aspects were cooking by mid-afternoon
But north facing was good all the way down to the road
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