This is going to be pretty short, not a lot of sweet photos, or video, but it is what it is... feel free to pass on by.
Last Saturday, there was a quick window before a storm rolled in that afternoon, so I figured I'd take a quick solo trip up to Mount Helen to ski the SE face. The approach is a short and sweet mellow skin to the summit and drops you on top of a pretty steep and gnarly looking face.
A fall here would be bad, so I locked my toes and dropped in. Things were a little firm and on my first real turn, my ski began rocketing down the face. I was able to stay up on the one ski I had left, but my heart sunk as I saw the other disappear from view. I didn't see it shoot out over the ending cliff band, so it must be somewhere down there. I took a moment to collect my senses, as I was pretty shaken up, and with the other ski in hand, I began kicking steps down the face - not fun without an ice axe. About 1/3rd of the way down, I found the second ski, and gingerly made my way down the second 1/3rd, past the no fall zone, mostly sideslipping. I definitely couldn't trust the bindings to hold. As I got down lower, the snow was much softer, and past the major no fall zones, I finally got to make my first real turns. On the apron, for a quick breather, and I was happy to be down.
A video documenting what was going through my head throughout the trip...
The ski should NOT have come off, and the industrial strength ziptie (that's been suggested here) to attach a leash... didn't work. Turns out I have a bad spring in one of the toes... check yours regularly before this happens to you. I'm thankful for the outcome of the lesson that I learned - it could have been much worse.
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