Mt. Shuksan: Hanging Glacier Headwall
Allen, as un-thrilled to watch me fiddle with my crampon as I was to do the fiddling, was eager to get moving again. A few more steep turns brought us to the next choke, a choke that I resolved to myself would get skied no matter how icy it was as long as it saved me another transition.
After a quick wardrobe change and a transition back to skis, I was all smiles again.
And I continued to smile once I could see that, once again, there was nothing by pow between us and the valley.
Allen found his way through the crux and made his way down to me.
With the exception of a 4-5 foot crown we had to jump off of to get out of the the line, it was smooth sailing all the way back to the car. As we took our boots off in the parking lot, Dan walked up and casually mentioned that he just skied an awesome new line on the ridge. Riding high on the success of a day we almost missed, we headed down to Graham’s for a few celebratory beers and some sweet potato fries. All in all, an amazing day, made all the more amazing by how smoothly everything went despite thorough planning.
Thanks for reading, and thanks to those who, skiing it before us, showed that it was possible.
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