Couldn't sleep last night kept going into weird dreams that woke me up, slogging along a ridge dropping in turn turn faceshot wakeup cough sneeze look at the clock try to get more sleep. 9:30 am the phone rings roll over answer. Talking my parents into letting me go was tough, I was sick last night coughing alot, feverish and zonked. Sensing today would be epic I talked them into it. Nicholai and went up the south fork valley to reap some of the cold smoke we just recieved. Arriving at the base of harp mountain we decide to go to the other side of the valley noticing natural avelanches in the aspect and elevation we wanted to ski. The west side of South Fork Valley isn't very steep 20-35° tops. I need skins I had to slog up the track with my skis on my back while Nicholai with his skins and jaks hauled ass. Finnally finding a ridge that was windblown enough to posthole up with no problem. Gaining the ridge we ran into another group starting down. Spotting a nice looking chute I suggest we traverse out to it, away from the windblown crap into the goods. Dropping in feels like freefall, my weight a second earlier had been held by hardpack were suspended by honest to god waist deep snow. Verticle melted away and the snow got deeper, turn turn then sink snow literally shoulder deep, I'm almost stopped now. Point them feel gravity take hold snow in the face skis burried heart pumping. It was over all to soon a bit of super low angle tree skiing brought us back to the Truck where I slumped over the side of the bed, spent disbeliving what I had just done.
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