We were determined to get some turns in on the third day so we woke up early and booted up through the trees in an attempt to cross over the summit and get to one of our favorite places, Oakes Gulf. The snow was safe but the wind and ice were not. About 900 vertical feet up the slide the snow turned to a sheet of ice and the wind went from infrequent gust to a strong continuous wind. So once again we made the decision to down climb to safety. But this time it didn’t mean that we had to climb all the way to the bottom just about 20 meters down and then we made turns!!!
We stayed in the trees on the ridge and ended up right at camp fro lunch. We’d had a taste of the goods (and summer sausage) and at that point we wanted more. Huck, Igor, Doogie, Ali and I headed up to the gnar on viewers left while Ernesto and Toma hit up the bobsled ride (a stream bed near camp). That afternoon was why we decided to go on the camping trip of death. The hike up was quick the snow was stable and soft (Wind buff, luscious, luscious, wind buff) and we shralped. We took three runs and headed back to camp to finish off our bottle of jack! (the coffee mug I’m drinking right now still taste of pine needles and jack)
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