yesterday was quite an adventure. Phil's crash was one of the worst Ive ever seen and I didnt even see 1/2 of it. Im so glad he made it out relatively unscathed. Ive never seen anyone more happy to slog home on one ski.
the day started out crappy for me. in my haste of having to rent a pair of G3 Reverends (long story) I left my skins in the car. I didnt realize this until I was already up the lift.

I had to race like crazy to catch up with Phil and Athan, but I finally did 1/2 way up Fissile. I guess having featherlight gear has its advantages.
I was pretty gassed at the summit from literally sprinting to catch up to Phil and Athan, but the scenery was enough to get my juices flowing. All of us being Fissile virgins, we decided to ski the summit chute which is the one from the summit that goes lookers left all the way down.

Ive skied some prettty steep terrain in AK and this was right up there. Sustained 55 degrees with a wall in the middle that went much steeper.
Heres our guinea pig, Athan dropping in 1st.

After a couple more turns, Athan disappeared. Phil waited a bit and decided to go down to where he could see. Phil made a few turns, stopped and reported he still couldnt see Athan or all the way down for that matter. Phil waited until we saw Athan appear safely below and started off.
At this point I let my mind wander a bit and took in the scenery. I was going to wait until I saw Phil at the bottom. What I saw next was horrifying. Phil sliding head 1st out the bottom at mach one in what I soon realized was an ice chute for sluff. Im not particularly religious, but I looked down at the good reverend doctor on my rented G3's and we said a prayer for Phil.
I waited until I could see Phil moving and started off on my mission of gear retreival. I skied the top section no problem. When I turned to ski the face, I was horrified to see this ice luge running through the middle all the way to the bottom. This meant navigating a tight strip of snow skiers left of the ice luge in variable snow while looking for Phils skis.

I managed to pick one of Phils skis out of the ice luge, but the other was burried somewhere in this ice luge. Every few seconds a river of sugar snow would come screaming down the ice luge. The ice luge freaked me out and I decided my life was more important than Phils ski. I got the hell out of there quickly and safely to where Phil and Athan were waiting.
Phil was shaken up, but in good spirits and somehow found the strength to slog home on one ski. That reconfirmed my opinion that Phil is tough as nails. The slog home took longer for obvious reasons and we were getting cooked by the sun.

singing pass never looked so good!

looking back on cowboy ridge

Arriving back in the village, a huge D9 was excavating the snow off the hill to make way for the bike park. Mentally I think I changed seasons yesterday as well.
Have a good summer in Hawaii boys... Aloha!
Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature... Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. -Helen Keller
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