I gravitate to some lines more than others. Some faces beg me to ski them. Trees often draw me in. Occasionally, a chute make my imagination run wild. Certain cliff bands seem to have a desire to be hit. Each mountain calls to me differently and some more effectively than others.
I watched a video of some local rippers skiing the dive recently and one of the lines caught my eye. I was consumed by it. I searched for beta for it but found none. I had skied past it many times and never truly seen it. Our snowpack is still deep and I knew that if I wanted it this year I might only have one or two more shots at it.
I felt sick with anticipation because I knew what I wanted to do.
The line (hereby referred to as "the works". I don't know the real name and this is what I've coined it for now, for reasons that I will explain later, until somebody corrects me.)
We started the day off with a lap through the dive to check out the landing and make some turns. Snow was amazing for this time of the year, plenty of powder all over the dive. I even found a new route into the upper bowl with a super smooth 10 ft air in.
Jeff getting some early morning lovin.
Did I mention the snow?
My other partner, Jack, likes what he sees and dives in.
After scouting out the air we headed over to this little ramp through the sugars. It's super filled in and about as easy as it gets to ski right now.
While I was skiing pretty well I wasn't sure if I going to go for it at this point. The exposure was potentially fatal and I didn't want to drop in if I had any doubts.
Off to goat's eye for a lap through the upper south chutes. Lots of wet sluffs. Luckily the works is on the north side and stays in the shade almost all day.
I decided to warm up with a little straightline.
weeeeeeee....
My partners opted for a slightly different route. Jack showcasing his carving skill.
Jeff finds some wet freshies.
Jack lower down, more carving...what's up with that?
I continually looked back at the works as we hiked. Once our run was done, I knew it was time.
It's not my first time skiing above exposure and I estimated the air to be 15-20ft. I was wrong.
After some careful route finding...
If you look closely at the upper left you can see me carving my way onto the ramp.
I skied close to the upper rocks in order to give myself the maximum safety net if I did fall. However, this would put me completely out of sight from my partners for some time. I skied over to a little wind lip spine and started making small controlled turns down it. I wanted to get into the chute above my exit as late as possible so if any instabilities surprised me I would have a good chance of punching in instead of being swept off the bottom air.
My sluff was the only way my partners knew I was making any progress. The ridge was letting it fall away from me on both sides. It's a very cool feeling to be skiing while the snow is in constant motion around you. Bobbing back and forth I made a few more turns on the ridge and then crept down into the chute.
Poking my head out on the exit, feeling very very small. I realized quickly I was going to have to be facing the other way in order to take the cliff how I wanted to. I've never made such a precise or focused jump turn before.
The landing flattens out quickly and I didn't want to much speed. I decided to roll down the small chute in front of me but it steepens out so fast that I ended up airing almost as soon as I got into it.
Committing. I am basically off the snow at this point and can finally spot my landing.
It's a wild feeling to soar over a cliff. Your skis are suddenly silent, no sounds of edges fighting snow. In fact, everything becomes silent except for your throbbing heart. The air is still and crisp. Tunnel vision takes over and all you can see is your landing. Your mind is so focused on a singular task that it blocks out any possible distraction. Nothing matters but the next few seconds. The end result. Time has no meaning, it simply stops. A moment of eternity.
My moment.
Hot tubbing my landing. The snow was perfect.
I ended up doing a little roll to get back onto my skis. I'm not really sure why but I threw my helmet down the apron on impulse. I needed to breathe.
Tracks on the ridge, and bottom air out the left...
We rode down for lunch and my hands occasionally trembling with left over adrenaline. I wasn't going to stop for lunch but I needed a mental break. The cook asked me what I wanted on my burger. I replied, "The works". I wanted to temporarily name that line (until I find the real name) so I could talk about it easier and I found "the works" to be extremely suitable. Exposure, spines, mellow pow pitches on top, a steep and narrow chute, technical stages with rock, and of course the exit air.
I enjoyed my burger very much.
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