I decided to get a little experimental with the GoPro. As you can see, I’ve yet to work out of a few kinks. We’ll get there. In the mean time, enjoy!
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I decided to get a little experimental with the GoPro. As you can see, I’ve yet to work out of a few kinks. We’ll get there. In the mean time, enjoy!
Soundtrack:
And now for a quick trip to midwinter. Late March brought fairly epic conditions to the North country so I took the opportunity to show Kelly that the powder in VT is every bit as good as that in Utah. Unconvinced? See for yourself…
Alright, idunno if it was quite as good as Utah, but we didn’t complain either. Till next year, Big Jay…
I met up with Sweeney, Rob, and Kelly after their eventful day in the bowl, with plans to ski the next day. Understandably, only Rob was considering a second tour.
We got an early start and headed to the West side to met up with Dalton & friends. Three of us ended up skinning and hiking into some terrain the was new to me. We thought we could skin all the way, but that wasn’t quite true.
When Dalton and I got to our destination we transitioned for a quick traverse. I clicked in, weighted my downhill ski, and it immediately went careening down the hill. Dalton took off after it, when I couldn’t catch it. Moments later I peered over a roll-over and saw it laying dejectedly among some rocks, damaged but alright. The culprit was a loose heel piece. Somehow the screws on my swap plate loosened themselves, adding (yet another) pre-release the the weekend.
I thought it was game over until I eventually found some kind French Canadians with tools (that I usually carry) and met back up with Dalton and Nick to wrap up afternoon with some great spring corn.
We skinned out and around, over and down into a sweet long gully of pristine corn. The following shots are credit to Dalton, posted on the Worth skis FB page.
The last run, and the beer afterwards, saved the day, especially considering no one, and no gear was seriously injured.
The mountain demands respect, and once in a while it decides to give you a gentle reminder.
What went wrong? Hard to say. Did I have a close enough look at my bindings to see if there was any snow in the toe piece before I started down? Maybe not. Should I have been charging as if I were on Dukes in the resort? Probably not. It’s a big mountain with real consequences and I think I got off easy…this time. I think a solid goal for next season is going to be the avoidance of any ‘next times’.