Big Game Hunting
The Army camp.
Two days later I soloed back up the first gully and found slightly better conditions. Instead of unedgable blue ice, I found a slightly edgeable death crust that was good enough to do. Out of curiosity I checkd the clinometer at the top where it was the steepest, and it checked in at just slightly over 60 degrees. As I went down further it mellowed out to around 50 for most of the gully and the lowest sections were likely around 40.
A picture with some tracks to prove I did it.
Looking back up into the mist.
The worst part about this chute is not the steepness, but the horrible runout. If you take a fall you’ll pick up speed until you hit this:
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