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.|