the chute gets what’s coming to him
May 19, 2009
I know, I know, it’s May 19th, but I just couldn’t let the chute win. Nope. I win.
We did Tanners, up Little Cottonwood Canyon. A five minute hike from the car to first water, then snow. Sort of snow. There might have been rocks and dirt and trees in it.
You know what’s cool? What’s cool is hiking with the guys who design the equipment you’re using. Those green boots? Check. Those skis with no decals? Prototypes. Crampons? Paul, on the right, brought the prototypes he’s working on. He was so intent on trying them in all conditions, he wore them from the car. (Not IN the car. That would be dangerous. But funny.)
Getting your feet wet here would suck. To avoid the dreaded wet sock climb, we resorted to some moves I learned while watching Tarzan the Ape man.
Yup, one just hucks one’s pack and poles across, gets as close to the slippery edge as one can get, and goes for it.
And on up into what they call the Valley of Death (not late Spring, but imagine being up here mid-winter–avalanche city).
Here I am with the super duper Little Cottonwood skyline in the background:
Because I’m a crappy photographer, you’ll have to imagine the Little Cottonwood South skyline in this shot. I hate myself.
But here’s the Little Cottonwood NORTH skyline, sort of.
I’m coming, I’m coming:
Ben thinks about his line.
And decides there are better ones:
I contemplate my line:
And decide not to ski. Seriously, I’m still up there. Here. Whatever.
No, just kidding, here I go:
After we skied the upper chute, Ben decided the snow would be much better over there.
And, as always (seriously, ALWAYS) Ben was right.
Sweet creamy corn.
Tanners was so good, I may go show another chute who’s boss. As long as I have Ben to back me up.