Last day at our campsite and we made the best of it. We ate, struck camp, packed our sleds and packs and we were all going back up to the same place the four of us had skied the day before.
We tested the snow crossed the ice (ok I fell on the ice and had to put my self-arrest training to use) and we put four sweet runs in before we slipped our way down the trail back to civilization. We made one run and then headed further viewers left to a bowl Doogie would name, “You’re a little bitch, nuh-uh, your mom, that’s what she said, Bowl”. This Bowl was beautiful caked in solid wind buff and wide open. The top was. of course, caked in ice but that still left plenty of room to rip! While our communication wasn’t the best and I did sort of figure 11 most of the bowl, generally “You’re a little bitch, nuh-uh, your mom, that’s what she said, Bowl” was sick.
Lunch and two more runs (1 with an audience of fellow BC skiers) and we were back to camp to strap out sleds on. Skiing down the GoS trail with a sled is a good time. You can’t exactly let it rip but it adds a new element to skiing. I’m not going to describe it but I am going to suggest it…
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