w00t. w00tarae, w00tui, w00tittus. Latin advancement of w00t. DefinAtely a (****)/(****) day in every way.
Hev materialized sans bag with boots and Chateau Highmen threw down comestibles to try to assuage the pain and avoid dealing with the situation, hoping that United would deliver. We gave up waiting @ 11:20 and drifted off.
I came up from the depths of sleep @ 5:00 to find Hev passed out on the couch, no boots. So while I sifted around in the sandbox I call a brain, I somehow stumbled upon an old wrapper left by FeeCeeBlow whom we were to pick up at the infamous Preston Park and Ride. Hmmm..Hev's tall...FeeCeeBlow's tall...so I threw out the cell pulse and lo and behold, FeeCee had boots 1 size smaller of the same type. Takeoff imminent.
We loaded into the sled and mushed out towards the Snoqualmie Valley, up along the moss laden meth shacks to Preston where FeeCee desublimated, gear was tossed around and we lit out for Crustal.
It was going to be crowded, there was a slow train rolling up 410 out of Enumclaw at 6:45. But we still managed to get upper lot and second chair. Damn bro-in-law was there first. The cadre of weirdos filtered into line, PNWBrit, Girlski. Sombre talk passed about regarding an avie death on the backside Saturday. Condolences to the family, but I never understand why folks go ski those chutes during these storm cycles, particularly with rising tempertures and upside down cake: cold pow lower down, heavier stuff on top.
The lift was fired about 8:50 and it was on. Doors to Lucky Shot trees was decent, hip deep snow and things were kind of bleary, but we started to pulse the Northback ropeline and headed into the old Drift City glades. Completely insane deep, everyone was coming up just plastered with snow on the face. Watching people come down where there was only a head visible among explosions of white. Hooked up with Girlski for another and then headed out to Bruce's Bowl for one which was again just the powderhose to the face deep. Girlski's tele pal Alex was the submarine of the day. Someplace thereafter we linked up with Brain Damage, who henceforth shall be call BrainDomage and headed out to Penny Dogs which wa more cut up, but still delivering the powder feed to the schnozz and goggles. BrainDomage's better half had taken a bad hit to the head with her ski and he headed ff to look after her. I hope she's OK.
4 Ho Chi Minh trails is about as much of that thing as anyone should do in a morning, so we headed out for 6 where there was a long, but extremely organized line. It was weird. Fortunately, we took one lift up and they dropped the Southback rope. I staggered up in my usual cling to life style and got to the top to have the patrol stop us from skiing the N side of the King. Ostensibly for avie control. After a 15 minuite wait, the dogs were unleashed and our pack ripped a super deep virgin except for my damn bro-ni-law line, my favorite on the mountain.
Damn fine day and a damn fine crew. Thanks folks.
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