Sometimes things just don’t work out. There’s a classic couloir I’ve been watching all season waiting for conditions to line up and I was sure Monday was going to be the day.
Tysen and I left Joseph at 0230 and began the slog. Firm snow made for effortless skinning, a light breeze kept us cool, and with the world shrunk down to what’s in front of your headlamp you really have nothing to do but go fast. All these factors helped us make good time and we hit the alpine with the sun.
We hit the couloir’s apron and immediately knew we wouldn’t be skiing it today. The past few days’ warm sun had baked the couloir’s rock walls, filling the gut with mashed potatoes. Ugh. I knew there would be a little, but didn’t expect this much. So we slogged on and hunted for a plan b.
Bummer we didn’t get our objective, but still had a great day out.