When we skied the couloir that made for the epic North Face linkup two years ago, Eric and I couldn't help but note, after the fact, that there was a more direct line than we had taken. Last year wasn't conducive to our holy quest. This year is another story.
So here it is, live and direct, 2008 photo, 2010 trace.
We were listening to a lot of Gang Starr when we drove 542 two years ago. Some sassy hotty had just broken up with me, so I especially appreciated these lyrics from Royalty:
And all the girls, they want to spoil me.
My honey anoints me with oils, G.
After work she greets me and treats me like royalty.
Top of the face in less than ideal conditions:
Skiing from the North Shoulder:
We saw Dan, who had followed our tracks up the line, but he was too cool to ski with us.
Eric skis some epic powder after the icy clusterfuck atop the face.
All I got to say is, fucking telemarkers! It's not enough that he handicaps himself on skis; he also has to dislocate his shoulder where you would die three times if you fell, before skiing the rest of the line like it ain't no thang.
Heal up quickly, Alex. We'll go schralp it again.
The punch line, the direttissimo, The Anointment.
Conditions on the exit were incredible.
Thanks to the whole crew for a great day:
Alex, Andy, Casey, and Eric.
I WANT TO SKI IT AGAIN.
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