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Report from March 3, 2024

Yesterday was intense.

Winds were blowing over 100mph on the ridgeline and snowfall rates were around 3″ per hour at times.

Folks in our group got scared a few times and wanted to turn around.

We persisted.

At times the wind was enough to make you insane…

I was one of the ones pushing for the top.

After the previous day, I knew just how profound the rewards could be.

Once in a lifetime type of skiing…

Even some of the old heads said “We’ve been skiing here our entire lives and that was as good as it gets.”

On top, we put all of our clothes on, screamed at each other through the wind, and dropped in with a bit of a “plan.”

I dropped first and suddenly ended up in a barrage of faceshots as I’ve never experienced.

Right, left, right, left.

I felt like I was getting pummeled by Mike Tyson.

The violent faceshots coupled with the vicious winds and vulgar snowfall rates disoriented us all.

We all ended up lost on a run we know well.

Our entire group was scattered like 3-month-old puppies on the 4th of July.

It took a while for us all to come together again and we never found Dwanis…

I hailed him on the radio for about 10 minutes before I finally got a text from him:  “Hit a rock lost ski. Digging. OK.”

I was truly worried.

This text put me at ease and we went back to shrieking and high-fiving about the religious experience we’d just had.

We went back up for another that was just as good.

Just as deep.

Just as explosive.

This time, we used the buddy system, and that worked much better.

We all came down with our buddies safe and sound and on time.

One last half run and we headed home.

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