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Thanks goes out to Powstash and Trackhead for the inspiration
on this route.
To allow for maximum sleepage, we slept
in Helmut's van at the trail head. What we didn't
know then, but know now, is not to try to sleep there. The dry
canyon trail head parking lot is a thriving late night hotspot
for "star gazers" and for throwing used condoms out the
window.
In the darkness of 5 am we hit the trail. Then,
at about 5:30 we realized that we weren't on the trail at all, but
were bushwacking through dry canyon creek. The proper trail was high
above us to the north. Once we regained the proper route our thoughts
turned towards when we would reach the snow line so we could lighten
our packs. Unfortunately we had to gain just under 2000 vtf before
we could strap on the boards. From there it was challenging skinning
and the occasional cramponing directly up our descent route.
Helmut acting like he's sponsored by atomic
before dropping in from the summit ridge.
Beautimus line to return to and ski next
year. We watched someone ski the line alone. His loudly icy sounding
turns weren't comforting.
Here's the really scary line we skied and
a huge orange arrow. The skiing from the top would have been good
corn if we waited about 2 hours till 1:00. We waited about 5 minutes,
got bored and skied the ice. Probably a good thing as the corn
below was just perfect.
Dude, it was, like, so steep! It was like
80 degrees! Here's proof!
I likes corn, and it looks like helmüt
does too.
The real crux of the skiing came down low
on a terminally ill snow vein. There were intermittent gap jumps
and really pointy sticks.
Helmut experimented with riding across a
steep mud embankment. Suprisingly, his skies stopped dead in the
dirt and he launched into the best cartwheel down a rocky slope
I've seen since mountainbiking season. If only I had the camera
out!
Ya see all sorts on the Dry Canyon trail.
But if you don't see any freaks, then you're the freak.
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