March 3, 2010
We started with four men prepared to risk their livelihoods by ditching work to find some excitement and good snow yesterday afternoon. In the end, Rick bowed out because, well, risking your livelihood for skiing is more an expression than anything, nobody really does that.
And Sam was totally caught up in his profession, which is decidedly icky, and I don’t even want to talk about it here. Let’s just say it involved an 80 year old woman’s private parts. Enough said.
In the end, Rob and I met at White Pine at 2:30 looking for action.
Wait, that didn’t sound right, I didn’t mean to say Rob and I hooked up in a parking lot looking for action.
Anyway. The Pink Pine chute was the goal. The Pink Pine ridge is nice and all, but it was all tracked out, and is so low angle and short that it’s hardly worth the trouble. But if you’re willing to pack up your skis and start booting, the northeast facing upper Pink Pine chute and chutelets are much more interesting. And, conversely, NOT tracked out.
It’s not the Hash Pipe Couloir, but for beaters like us, it’ll do.
Rob carried the camera today.
Climbing Pink Pine Ridge:
Almost to the booter:
And booting, apparently with a surface-to-air missile strapped to my back:
Rob likes to get fancy with pictures, so we get a black and white shot. It’s so Ansel Adams:
At the top (or near enough–we aren’t those “it doesn’t count unless you wear ’em from the top” kinds of guys. Like I said–beaters.):
Since the line was steep and northeastish, with no tracks, and thus a bit suspect, we dropped about five little cornices on it, and did a couple stout ski cuts, with very little movement, just some normal sloughing.
And hittin it:
Rob tearing it up (sorry, poopy camera picture):
Let’s see some more of me:
I could get used to this. I mean, if this is a BAD year in the Wasatch, then I’m going to go ahead and call Utah a pretty great state.