With a ridge of high pressure holding strong through most of February, the month of January, which brought powder in spades had become a distant memory. The avalanche rose teased green at the highest altitudes, and ideas were being slung around like a high school whore. Our regular poker Wednesday, last week, began the discussion between jbski and I, of skiing more serious lines and taking advantage of the window that was presented. Friday came, and we hatched a plan to ski an aesthetic line that's been on my hitlist for a while now - 'What Big Eyes' couloir off of Red Peak. A few members of the @shredwithboyzclub, a bunch of rowdy audacious punks from CU with a penchant for getting BN in the name of GNAR, joined us. It was time to see just how many guys we could cram into one narrow slot.
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We left the trailhead at a ripe time of 6am, guns blazing, and our fingers crossed on the promise of steep powder, but with a long road ahead.
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Our eyes drifted towards other seductive slots.
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With the route-finding nailed we emerged from the trees with the summit in sight, but with a few additional chutes on our minds.
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The Gores certainly have a ruggedness that seems out of place in the normal rockpiles one associate's with Colorado.
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From the top of the line, the promise of powder dwindled. The rope and harnesses we brought for belayed ski cuts were a cruel joke. As we downclimbed into the belly of the beast, we kicked small rocks that bounced right off the surface of the snow. The skiing would be sporty, to say the least.
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Dodging sharks was the first obstacle.
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About one turn in 10 had enough snow left behind from the winds to make it almost look like powder.
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Controlled turns was the name of the game as the first crux appeared - less than a ski's width between a chockstone and the wall required some fancy negotiation.
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Below the crux, I had plenty of time to witness exactly how a deeply inset couloir could achieve such a wind-hammered state. Rotor winds would blow through notches in the walls, hit the opposite wall and generate large updrafts, blowing the snow up and out of the couloir.
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The couloir snakes its way through the high rock walls, reminding you that one slip would likely be fatal in such firm conditions. A human pinball would be the result.
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The line only gets more impressive as you wind your way down the hallways of rock for 1800 feet of vertical.
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The aesthetics of this couloir are unlike any other I've skied, and only get better as you approach the apron. Unfortunately the photos end here.
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The apron of the couloir was a sheet of windboard with chunks ripped out. It was almost volcanic looking, except for the surface being snow (can you even call it that?). The return to the trailhead wasn't so bad at the start, with plenty of short pitches of powder to ski before hitting the long flat mileage at the end. We avoided the creek drainages at every possible moment, hoping to avoid the nasty bushwacking and log-rolling that the Gores often bring to the table. At the very end of the trip, when all energy was exhausted, the warm weather required negotiation of heinous trap-door slush. One turn and you would sink to your waist, requiring copious amounts of pole-whacking to free your skis (how many GNAR points do we get?). We arrived at the cars, just short of 5pm, with a GPS route that said 17 miles and 4500'. It must be Beer:30 somewhere.
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