Ullr, I ain't complaining, bring it on.
Day 1- Willows Fk. 11.11.12
|Adam skis in November... and his bases are still intact.
|Still some sage brush to contend with
From what we saw, USA Bowl looked great, but the slope down into Willows had always treated us to great turns through the trees. Our plan involved making a quick lap there then heading to the ridgeline and traversing to the North Bowl of Willows. Because the slope we stood above held little risk of a full slide, I thought it might be a good spot to dig a snowpit and see what our 3’ of fresh was sitting on. Within five steps down the slope to dig a pit, I heard that remote sounding “whoomp” that catches my attention faster than a chick with tele skis on her shoulder thumbing a ride at the park-n-ride. I froze and looked up at my five companions standing on the ridge. They heard it too, and our collective breath exhaling told the whole story; for almost 25’ on either side of me, a slight crack in the powder told us that this slope collapsed and thankfully halted its slide against the thick trees just a few feet from where I stood. Minor, but still sobering. “I guess we don’t need to dig a pit,” was the consensus and we chose to move on.
|Finally, physics helps me out.
|Our short run completed, it was time to head back for beers.