TR: Doubling Down on Demming (May 3)
Heading towards Anchorage over a socked-in Thompson Pass, all four of us had our thoughts on being home in Colorado. With winter in Alaska ending early, and spending the last 10 days skiing mostly dust on crust, or wasting away cloudy hours down in the harbor town of Valdez, we were all ready to ski some powder.
Things had gotten wierd. Shitter's full!
photo: yeah, that's me in the photo...
The fact that Colorado was in the process of receiving multiple feet of snow only made us more anxious to return. My flight arrived late Sunday night and on Monday, Dave (iskibc) sent me a text asking if I wanted to ski the next day. I reminded him I had spent nearly the past 3 weeks at sea level - a beach vacation prior to Alaska - but aside from that, it was perfect timing. I was itching to ski some soft snow. He suggested West Demming. I had known Dave previously, but back in March, I ran into him at the Gore Creek trailhead after doing a deep recon mission.
The goal being to see what West Demming's north side offered (amongst other options along the drainage).
photo: me
Dave then suggested Brennan (KansasBoarder) as the third member of the group. I had neither skied with Dave nor Brennan, but I had talked to each of them previously about getting out together. With a great group, and a great plan put together, we met at the North Ten Mile trailhead, drove over Vail Pass and began the trek through the forest with a direct line to West Demming's summit.
As the trees dissipated, we began chasing the sunline across the flat windswept canvas.
photo: Dave Bourassa
Two weeks at sea level will definitely make you suck wind, especially chasing Dave and Brennan in the high alpine. They had plenty of time to capture the scenery in the morning sunlight.
photo: Dave Bourassa
photo: Dave Bourassa
photo: Brennan Metzler
I had finally reached the summit, and we were all looking forward to ripping skins and getting to the fun part. We discussed options of skiing the east face, but it didn't appear to be warming up very quickly, and perhaps never would. With the still-cold powder on the north side of the peak, it was time to drop in.
Slashing a turn at the entrance.
photo: Brennan Metzler
Coming through the choke.
photo: Dave Bourassa
Brennan playing with the terrain lower down in the chute.
photo: Dave Bourassa
Dave enjoying the snow.
photo: Brennan Metzler
Before long, we were at the bottom. Smiles were big and high fives were had, but no moment lasts forever - Dave had spotted another line on the northeast side of the peak.
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