Nisqually Ice Cliff
Aaron, again, led the way through a tricky section of rotten snow over steep glacial ice.
… and Josh looked on.
I thought that this photo captured the steepness of the lower section of the line quite well. Moments before I took this picture, I experienced the most exciting part of the day. Pulling in above the rocks, I made a final jump-turn and, with my dynafit toe in full lock-out mode, stepped easily out of the ski. Reflexively, I sat down on top of it, and managed to stop it from sliding down the slope into a crevasse. Somewhat in shock, I skied the rest of the run as conservatively as possible hoping that my ski wouldn’t fly off. Upon later inspection at the house it appeared that I’d bent the base plate under toe wings allowing significant play in the toe wings.
Aaron led the way through the large cracks at the bottom to the relative safety of the glacier.
A few high fives, and some de-layering, and we were on our way back to muir to collect some stashed gear. Once off the glacier, Aaron, who had hiked up from Paradise that morning, headed back down to his car.
While we played around with funny camera angles.
After getting down, I clicked out of my skis, thankful that there was no further incident. Joel, Josh, and I piled into my car and set off down the road towards the nearest restaurant, the Copper Creek Tavern, where a seriously overworked waitress did her best to hustle our gigantic burgers into our stomaches. My hunger temporarily stayed, I sped northward towards my house trying to outrace my exhaustion. Definitely a fun day.
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