Yesterday was a grin!There was some mighty fine spring skiing in So. Vt just yesterday.
For hoots, another patroller and I thought it a good idea to make a tour of the north face area advanced trails. Most of which were closed. Icey in the morning and not enough coverage to be termed "skiable". (Though they were)
With the warm air and sunshine, everything had softened up very nicely.
We found ourselves on empty slopes (Oh right, they were closed ;-) Well in the case of patrol, the jacket goes a long way to making the man and the mountain ". Has the term "patrollers reserve" been heard? It's a fine vintage.
The skiing was Wonderful!, edge grip on the steeps (Rip Chord),long soft bumps (Jaws) and a hollar and hoot of fast bump turns down the short pitch we call the Toilet Bowl at the bottom of Plummet. Long stretches of route selection as we arced our way past islands of snow seperated by grass on Olympic. Boy did we keep our heads up!
Can I say laugh? You better bet'cha!
Laughing out loud!
Hair Bag is a hoot! The last time through, I thought I might den up with some bear!. We were a bunch of Eastern patrollers on a mission, and we came out big, soft and deep, steep too, and a bit tight in places, Kind of depends on where you go in, We went right from the top, off Flap Jack, so were a bit East of the Hairbag map line. but the run is much longer.
The funniest was that one of our group was a big guy who was getting a bit tired. (Party the previous night.) It was thick, and though none of us could actually see one another we were likely only 20 yards apart (NO ONE crossed another track all the way down! ) The struggle brought "certain sounds" out from the trees as the energy drained into the deep and steep.
The first ones out waited at Rogers Run for the rest to come out, first two, then three, then a forth and fifth, we could tell that when our friend would emerge, there was going to be hell to pay for bring him in there.
Well, We all stiffeled the belly laugh we wanted to loose on that pleasant afternoon, for when the last of our group did emerge, the redness of his face and neck, and the steam rising from his head and open parka told a story of too much exertion to allow any humor.
We let the raving subside, resting on our own experience of the wonderful turns through Hairbag, and then letting each go on down without much discussion. Inside, I was a riot of satisfaction.!
So yea! Hairbag can bring out a laugh from time to time.
Been through "Kittys Lair?