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Report from Thursday, May 13, 2021
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This morning at 11, two buddies and I set off for Suicide Chute—a Wasatch-classic couloir on Mount Superior.
I’ve already skied Suicide several times, so I figured I’d take a look at Homicide Chute on Suicide’s backside and try for that if it still looked “in.”
When I got to the top of Suicide via a booter from the apron, Homicide looked good—it was filled in as far as I could see and the sun was making the snow perfect corn.
It was calling my name.
Down at the bottom of this temptress, the chute wrapped around a corner I couldn’t see past.
From the road, it looked like it could “buff,” as my good friend Landon likes to say, but I couldn’t be sure.
With this uncertainty in mind, I went anyway, blindly hoping I wouldn’t have to boot back up it.
The snow was hero-corn and I charged down it swiftly, with an ear-to-ear grin plastered across my face the whole way down.
It was textbook corn: fast, smooth, and wildly satisfying.
- Related: Corn Snow: The Powder of Summer
When I got around that ominous corner, the snow abruptly ended and it was hundreds of feet of downclimbing over sharp rocks to more snow down below.
I had to hike back up it.
“Shit!” I exclaimed when I arrived at the decision point.
Not sad that I’d now get another lap in on Suicide, I threw my crampons on, put my head down, and started booting back up Homicide as quickly as I could.
The booter was steep but direct and I made it back to the ridge dividing the two couloirs in about 15 minutes.
I enjoyed the lovely weather for a moment then threw my skis on and charged down Suicide.
The snow in Suicide was far worse than her sister’s—heavy, sticky, slushy snow that got increasingly more difficult to ski as I descended.
However, I was still able to slash fun, fast turns, especially at the top.
Suicide Chute is a lovely ski no matter the conditions.
Today’s adventure ended up taking two hours and 15 minutes.
It’s always a great day when you get to rip down not one, but two chutes on Mount Superior—in a t-shirt.
God, I love Spring in Utah.