Good scenery in the shadow of Hayden Peak.
We peeled at the top of the powder triangle, named for it’s discerning shape as viewed from the yurt.
Uncle Perry dumped himself in first, and got neck deep and partially exposed.
Yeeeehaw, the sun was setting and Carolyn went in next.
We schussed it back down to the Yurt. After a long haul up, lots of skiing, we were ready from some brews and some chow. The Admiral pulled up at the door, and gave his show of approval – the thumbs up – next to our surplus of hard earned brews.
Ben proudly repping his #omniten.
The crew threw our gear every which way, and we got down to business.
Dinner was a big hit, lots of brews, and part of the team decided it’d be rude not to go for a late night lap of the triangle. With beacons tied to shovels hung inside of the jackets, the team left the yurt for a quick mission.
Hard to say if the headlamps or the moon was brighter!
It could have been the Northern Lights or it could have been the faint ghost-like shadow of a green jacket!
Either way, Noah’s pictures paint a vivid picture – night powder schussing!!
We slept soundly, and woke to delicious breakfast. Our crew decided to split into two, so we weren’t trying to be avy safe in groups of 12. With smaller groups we took off for the surrounding terrain.
Ben’s team found their way up to the shoulder of Hayden Peak and schussed through one of its many chutes into the adjoining valley.
Without any company it wasn’t hard to find some prime lines.
The further into the valley they descended, the wider and mellower the terrain got.
Meanwhile, our team was exploring a different, but equally exciting place. I’ll let this sequence do itself justice, but we found nice little powder-pillow-paradise.
Perry showing us exactly how it’s done.
Sweet baby Jesus, would you just take a look at that bota bag!
Perry wasn’t the only one who wanted to enjoy the Nestea Plunge into the pow.
Carolyn wanted to have some fun too!
Unfortunately, Perry overextended his Dyanfit toe piece on his way down. It was repairable, but not without tools we had in the yurt. We nursed Perry through some terrain that he could only shuffle through, and got the distressed binding back to the work bench.
This turned into drinking whiskey out of funny mugs in the yurt!
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