Weak End

The outlook was grim, if you heard it from RP. While the skiing wasn't anywhere near the perfection of two weeks ago, it wasn't bad.

Saturday, TB and SS met fellow enthusiasts at (Where else?) Snoqualmie Pass. Expectations included warm weather and maybe even some of that four-letter word beggining with "r" and rhyming with pain. What actually occurred was cold weather and snow showers.

True to form, SS and TB separated from the group and found themselves lost. No matter, they also found powder.


Sunday, DC, GM, SS, and Lefty took a look at a couloir above Twin Lakes on the other side of that same irresistible, low pass. They found slightly more powder in an enjoyable couloir.






Errata: DC took the camera at the top, so SS took a little air for the camera. It wasn't much air, but it was enough to penetrate the rain crust left from Monday's warm storm. SS kept moving, his ski did not, and the ski released from the heel just in time for his falling kick to send it careening down the couloir. Luckily, Lefty was in the right place and caught the ski before it could get far. Next, SS decided to impress everyone with his smooth one-ski skillz. He made a turn, but a frozen chunk of ice below the snow surface disturbed his delicate single-edged schuss and sent him tumbling, nearly hitting Lefty - how gauche! SS caught an edge to stop himself after one head-over-heels iteration, SideStepped to Lefty to get his ski, and skied the rest of the couloir in fine style.




The group safely returned to Hyak via an exhilirating groomer under fat, wet flakes after circumnavigating Mt Catherine and astutely observing that cross-country skiing sucks. Not that there's anything wrong with that. We love and accept you too, all you nordic heads. Nordickheads, heh heh.