the winter that would not die (in a good way)
June 27, 2011
Last Friday, I tried to rally some crew to go hit another chute up Little Cottonwood Canyon on Saturday (June 25th!). Rick? He stopped skiing in March. Mark? A half marathon or something. And so on. I even had Ian on the hook until late Friday, when he stayed up too late at his uncle Christian’s wedding.
So it came down to Rob, and to me. I’ll leave it up to you to decide which of us is the Sicilian.
Anyway. We had our pick of the south-facing, north side chutes. Eeeny meeeny miny mo.
Tanners. There ya go. According to the Chuting Gallery, it’s got it all. 40 degrees at the headwall, 4,000 vertical. That’s a lot of vertical. It almost never ends. Almost.
Watch for my magical moment 21 seconds in. It’s fun to boot 4,000 feet straight up with a right boot full of 33 degree water. I’m a spaz.
June 25th is almost the same as July. Almost.
I smell a ten month ski year.