Sunday, May 26, 2013

Oakes Gulf

4/28/13: Oakes Gulf with Yeuhi and Alex. The last weekend of the season where all the runs were skiable. After this weekend, things got real warm and rainy for a couple weeks and the options melted away fast.

Alex topping up to Lakes Hut after about 2 hours' skinning up the Ammo trail from the Cog Base.

From the hut, we skinned up the snowfield on the E side of Monroe to the summit. Here's a pano view of Oakes Gulf from the top. 

Yeuhi's photo.

 Alex carving on Monroe's E snowfield. Yeuhi's photo.

After skiing off the summit of Monroe, we worked our way down into the Gulf and followed the broad ramp south to the bottom of Double Barrel, and booted up.

 Yeuhi in the choke of Double Barrel.




Skiing in from the top.



 Yeuhi's photo. Me and Alex practicing our synchronized skiing routine.

 Yeuhi's photo.

 Yeuhi's photo.

 Yeuhi's photo.







Pano of Monroe and the south half of Oakes. Double Barrel at left. We skied from the tip top of the looker's left branch.





 Alex in one of the S facing chutes on primo corn.



Getting a little fresh air and enjoying the great views. Yeuhi's photo.





 Carving trenches.

 Follow the yellow brick road. Yeuhi's photo.





From the hut to the base: 2400 feet, 2.2 miles, all skiable except for the last few minutes walking on asphalt.

Total vert for the day was about 5600 vertical feet according to Alex's watch. I was tired.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Woodsy chunder slide

Early April. Our line: 1600 vertical feet of strident New England skiing.



Approaching.


The skies are not looking promising...


Coming up under a mandatory air.






Greg, and a UFO-shaped cloud.






After we got to the top of the slide we thought it would be fun to continue bushwhacking up and ski from as high on the mountain as possible. We pressed through increasingly thick woods with skis on our backs, hoping to join up with the hiking trail to the summit. However, like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, neither the trail nor the summit ever became manifest so eventually we decided to sit on our packs and eat our bagels...


...and ski!


Erik getting ready to make an awkward move through brush into the gully.




Greg chopping the chunder below a ski-and-a-half wide section.

















The photo is not taken from a good angle, but this drop fairly impressive.


Erik takes the mandatory.


Ahh, come skiing in New England and enjoy endless powder-filled gullies!

Or more accurately...Ahh, New England, where the skiing puts hair on your chest (assuming you stick with it).