First day in Hogum Fork, Wasatch Range
__enlarged.jpg "One of the first big dumps of the year")
Life is to short. Make long memories. Less than one season after breaking my back, I was able to get myself strapped up. It was slow to start, with many mental barriers I had to hurdle. So that's what I did. Took it slow. By the end of the year, I was pretty strictly just splitboarding. I got myself into some of Utah's finest. Shredding lines in almost every drainage in Little Cottonwood Canyon. Ticking off Mt. Superior at sunrise. Rappelling the NW couloir of the Pfeifferhorn. The winter dealt me some pretty spectacular hands. I was happy to play those hands. No bluffing. For with a bluff, could have come more major consequences.
About The Author
stash member Alex Gavic
I moved to Utah at 19 for one reason, snow. Over the coming 5 seasons, I evolved from park riding, to the backcountry.