Rogers Pass Base Camp Skiing
The next day dawned with more of the same. It’s hard to complain about getting too MUCH snow on a ski trip, so I won’t even try. We rallied and slipped into our smelly, wet gear from the day before and began skiing the trees. This time we ventured into another zone across the valley which had more good snow. This area was a true labyrinth – all sorts of awesome twisting turning lines that connected and split their way down the pitch. The visibility was bad and the trees didn’t make for good pictures, but I did get to ski the coolest pillow line I’ve ever skied – a series of 5 5-15 foot drops that were spaced perfectly to be connected in a fluid line. THIS is what I imagined BC skiing to be like!
As the day wore on, we decided to head back to camp for the last hours of the afternoon. Just as we were approaching camp, the snow stopped abruptly and the clouds started to open up. Tom and Mark were tired and cold, but Noah and I decided to head up to the Seven Steps to take advantage of the visibility. We skinned above our previous high point, excited about the possibilities above.
The gap in the clouds proved to be a sucker hole. We had great visibility for the skin up, but just as we were switching to downhill mode, the clouds came back in. With no real external reference points, we did some “Braille Skiing” down to treeline. Oh well!
The next day was a little more clear in the morning, so we decided to head up the edge of the Asulkan Glacier. We made good time and managed to get up to a very cool cliff band that we had been eyeing on the first day. We skirted around some crevasses, but were unable to get to the col we were trying for as the weather began to close in again. We made it down to treeline before visibility fell too much, but the snow started up again.
By this time we had been living in a tent for 3 days of more or less continuous snow, and we were getting pretty wet. To make matters worse, some animal (we suspected an evil scheming marmot) had stolen some of our food, so we were forced to ration. Except for the fact that we were in BC on an amazing ski trip, things were worse than ever.
The cloud showed some signs of lifting at dusk though, so we held out some hopes for our last day at basecamp…
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