February 12, 2009
A couple years ago, Rick and I went sploring up in the Primrose Cirque area of Timpanogos, above Aspen Grove. We hiked up the gut of “The Chute That Slides A Lot” (it had already slid, so the danger was low (and I love that name for a ski shot–I think Ben made it up)), went on up to the ridge by Elk Point, and went down along the ridge until we found a very steep, very narrow, cliff-lined chute that looked like it went where we wanted. But it had tracks in it, and the snow wasn’t very good, so we didn’t think too much more about it.
Later I read a trip report of some guys who had skied it, and they called it “the Orion Couloir.” Now, no offense to those guys, who are probably much better skiers than I am, but that’s just a retarded name. You might as well call it the “Moon of Endor Couloir.” It’s that geeky.
Anyway, this morning, after several days of snow, but with surprisingly stable avalanche conditions, we figured we’d go rename it.
It’s now “That One Steep Narrow Cliff Lined Chute.” I like it.
Wait, what’s Aaron riding on?
Yup, Aaron’s a knuckle dragger. We’re getting downright open minded as we age.
I think what’s happening here is Rob is complaining that Rick smells, and Rick is seeing if he does:
The snow is deep, and we’re excited:
This is where my camera battery, which was charging all night, died. The zero degree temperatures pretty much mean that my camera battery is good for about 5 pictures. I should know better than to waste them on the uphill. So the following pics are from the iPhone. Which also seems to be on its last legs.
The entrance to that One Steep Narrow Cliff Lined Chute is, um, steep.
And the chute is narrow:
And cliff-lined, as Mark navigates the narrows:
The knuckle dragger, ripping up his first real backcountry descent:
Rick just points em downhill:
And rips on by:
I don’t know who this is. But I’m pretty sure he’s with us. Let’s just assume it’s Rob, since I don’t have a different picture of him skiing, and he wears the same color pants and jacket as his twin. Doesn’t that sort of thing usually stop with twins once they’re over 10 years old?
Each of us pee’d on the chute, so that our new name would stick. But I pee’d the most.
And bien voila! That One Steep Narrow Cliff Lined Chute.