Trip Report – 2 Days of East Vail Chutes BC – Sick!
THIS IS VERY LENGTHY BUT WORTH THE READ
Note: I’m tired, pardon the tense shifts and person shifts.
Better late than never
Wednesday, January 7, 2004 – Day 1
Backcountry trip to East Vail Chutes with Blurred Elevens showing me and two others around his old stomping grounds.
~0700 Alarm goes off… *smash smash smash* almost didn’t get up and thought of skipping a day with a person I’d never met, but eventually drag myself up for my first backcountry day of the season. I called CAIC (Colorado Avalanche Information Center) hotline and stepped out the door.
~0800 Met Blurred in Silverthorne, first mag/minion I’ve ever met, and we drove to Frisco to pickup the two other members of our party, Allison (who apparently I’d met before) and Jeremy (her jealous (of everyone, especially Blurred) boyfriend). She is spaaansored for placing is some competition at Crested Butte. We switched to her reliable vehicle and off we went to Vail. Blurred is very creative with parking… Very nice stuff. After gearing up in the parking lot, Blurred and I gave Jeremy and Allison a quick lesson on how to use their beacons. We then did a beacon check and made a quick walk to the base. Antsy to get on the mountain, Blurred made a few turns down a large hill of snow in the parking lot. At the base, we had to get a forgot-a-pass for the gal, and buy a friend-pass for her guy. The toilets at he Vail base are posh. We saw many a color-coordinated gaper and women with floozy fur lined boots that most likely cost $300… Blurred observed that the boots made the gaper chicks look like they were wearing poodles on their feet and proceeded to heckle the gaper. They were almost as bad as the people who put their skis in air travel ski bags to protect them on that oh so treacherous five minute walk to and from the indoor parking. I’m sure Blurred will tell you his saying there.
~1000 Riva Bahn lift (HS-detatch quad) up, another HS-detatch quad up, catwalk to Blue Sky, few turns in chopped heavy, cat walk, HS-detatch quad up, and then another catwalk to disappointment. The last lift (Mongolia, platter surface lift) was not running and there was no way to start it. We hiked it. Though the lift line was relatively short, it was steeper than it looked. The hike took a lot more than we thought it would. Once we at the top, we proceeded up to the access gate, called on the phone for the updated avvy report, which was inaudible (those phones suck!), never mind, I’d checked the CAIC website and called the hotline from home that morning (mod below t/l, mod /w cons around TL, all aspects). We left our route (Benchmark to Water tower) and names and up the boot pack we went. It was steep at first then nice and flat right along the SAB. Still, it was rather tiring for out of shape me and my 13lbs of alpine boot. If Mongolia lift had been running, it should have taken 20 minutes to do the hike according to Blurred, instead it took us closer to 75 minutes total. At the top (11,800+ right around treeline) we had a fantastic view in all directions. The snow was windblown and almost looked groomed.
At the top, right around treeline, we watched some beaconless folks ski a steep open face. It looked pretty sweet. We traveled a very gentle trail along ridge line to below treeline for about a half mile to the point on the ridge where we decided to eat at ~11,200ft.
~1200 The point that we sat on was amazing. It jutted out into the abyss. We overlooked the eastern part of the Vail Valley, I-70 could be seen but not heard. Snow covered lodge poles were at our back while the expansive glades and gullies below us beckoned. For a starting line, we had the choice between steep and a double 7ft drop. It was a site to be seen. I took some pictures. Blurred and Jeremy jumped the double 7ft drop in. Allison and I opted right to loop in. The snow was unbelievably nice and untracked. The terrain quickly became thick trees and with moderate to steep pow and small drops. There were some huge cliffs to our left that were easily 80ft-100ft. Blurred said he did an 80ft cliff. There is no way I could disbelieve him. I’ve seen the site. We followed the leader as I got my legs back to me slowly. Allison commented that this was out of her league. I wondered if it was out of my league as well, though that feeling was starting to fade as I got back in the swing. Blurred hit some small drops that the rest of us skipped. Then we came to something that looked odd to me. I realized I was on the edge of a cliff with Jeremy next to me. I can’t remember if Blurred hit it or not. He stood far below by some trees back across a gentle field of pow. Allison went through a short crag after finding a hole in the snow from a buried tree.
I stood looking over the cliff while Jeremy began side stepping away from it towards the crag. Blurred encouraged me to simply drop the cliff. I had never dropped a cliff in the backcountry. I had hardly dropped anything over a few feet inbounds. It sure looked high. “Lean back.” “OK I’ll go for it.” I opened my coat, tossed the camera to Jeremy and he skied down and set up for a picture. “Hoooooah!” and I was airborne… *this isn’t sooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHMMMMYYYYYYYYYYGAAA AAAWD!!!!!!! My heart leapt as I accelerated. *POOF* Everything was briefly white. WOOHOO! I couldn’t believe what I had just done. The landing was feather soft. I was thrilled and unhurt. However, I’d lost a ski so I squirmed uphill a few feet to search. Glancing up, my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe the how high the cliff was I’d just dropped. 25ft!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know for many of you, that is not much. But it was my first real cliff and my mind was blown.
I WANTED MORE!
The picture of airborne me was a success too. I was psyched. We made our way down through some thick trees and small drops and came to open glades, and open chutes, some of which looked wind loaded, so we went one by one. We did come across a small slide from the storm 3-4 days before. We quickly found ourselves in a gully full of endless supply of large and small drops and pillows which we hit (blurred took the biggies), we even got Allison to do one! However, a few minutes later, Allison hooked a tree branch with a ski and found herself in a very uncomfortable tangled position.. Jeremy got the very upset Allison out. While we waited, I realized that my camera had fallen out of my pocket on one of the drops. I was furious and bummed… $200 camera that is no longer made AND I lost the roll of film (If you ski Water Tower and find a silver Rollei Prego 90 in a Black and Purple camera case, let me know! The camera will be dead but the film will be fine). We eventually reach the bottom, pass the water tower (more of a tank) and Blurred lead us down several streets (nobody told me to bring rock skis!) I follow Blurred over a seemingly small jump, I heard him it the concrete while I was in midair, WHAP right onto a perfectly flat driveway Searing shin pain, Blurred said he now has a headache from it. Ow. We’d just done ~3,200ft vertical on the Water Tower run. Bus, bus, base. Up the same lift we went… except now we were freezing cold with all the sweat we worked up, now chilling us since we were motionless. Almost as many people were downloading as going up.
Me: “You are going the wrong way!”
Downloading Boarder “Uh… uh not if I am going to the park.”
Blurred: “You? In the park?”
*loud laughs*
We take the second lift to the top and blurred leads us to a stash that is actually steep (Vail is mostly flat like Keystone, almost the same gaper percent too). We cut right in, still freezing and agreeing to go inside to warm up later, small drop, Allison goes last, but buries her left tip and makes a terrible cry. She said she really hurt her knee. Suddenly, nobody was cold. Jeremy got her out of her skis. This was very scary as ski patrol would have had a very slow and difficult time getting the sled in and out of where we were… then of course they would have had us arrested (BS CSSA). Seeing her hurt shot my confidence level down and I think everyone else’s too. Blurred brought up taking her out ourselves (she is a WilFir) and I had enough in my pack to jury rig a sled from skis. Allison then declared she could ski out if we went gently. She even turned down the ace-wrap and meds from my pack. We slowly made our way out through very thick trees and some pretty steep stuff, at points. Eventually, we popped out onto a mogul run and took groomers the rest of the way down. By the time we got to the bottom, Allison was skiing quite well, which had us all feeling relieved. I was exhausted as I’d been in months. It was an amazing day. We all agreed to go again the next morning.
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