Until recently I thought this was the worst eastern ski season ever. But after skiing over two feet of fresh untracked powder this week, no, I now realize it's just the weirdest eastern ski season ever. And to bolster that weirdness, in forum debates I'm now on the side of Rog. (Maybe we can pick a fight over ski bindings just to relive the old days?)
Yes, pictures of Micayla and her cousins have the power to cloud men's minds!
But anyway, fortunately the person at the very top of the food chain is supportive of my course format that actually involves real discussions about real tour planning and real tours that actually go into real avalanche terrain. Unfortunately, I still face lots of grumbling and sniping from certain others higher up than me in the food chain, and we also face a supervisory requirement that if followed in the traditional manner would probably render the course format nearly untenable. Fortunately we might be able to use somewhat of a loophole in this requirement -- to be continued... (And if all that sounds inscrutable, well, it pretty much is, ugh.)
Returning to the original issue, although the video with the son is emotionally compelling (and I suspect his odd demeanor is explained by a combination of media nervousness and grief-induced excitement), it raises far more q's than it answers. Getting the answers would help us all be more safe, and even just posing the pertinent questions would help us too. By contrast, the usual chorus of “s*** happens,” “accidents happens,” etc. etc. reminds me of this excerpt from the video my toddler daughter keeps watching, and about as effective too.
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