Turned Back on the Grunge Couloir

 I grew up at the foot of the north summit of Mt. Timpanogos. Every summer my mountain bike would take me to silent meadows that looked out on this peak that I thought only bold mountaineers could handle. I had no idea that this rugged pile of dirt was so accessible. In the spring you can grab a 4 wheeler and cut your ascent down to a few hours, in the winter you can hop on a snowmobile and shorten that even more.

Jeremy picked me up at 3:30 a.m. so we could get high before the snow got too warm. We thought with all the rain we had been getting the snow would be settled up high. We met up with Jim Knight, Rob Greener and Greg Paul. Between the five of us there were two four wheelers, I ended up as the hood ornament. Three guys on a quad with full gear? Poor four wheeler...

The ascent was great. I feel I am in good shape... until I go out with all these guys. I gradually drifted out the back of the pack. I like to blame it on my stopping to take pictures, but that really isn't the reason. As soon as the sun came out it got hot. It went from winter weather to T-shirt weather within a half an hour.

As we were gaining the entrance the the couloir the snow conditions were deteriorating. The snow up high hadn't settled into a corn cycle leaving unstable layers making for hazardous avalanche conditions. The rapid warming aggravated all of this and resulted in our turning around. The ride down was soft and fun. Corn snow had formed up on the lower slopes making for some fun turns.

 

 

Rob Greener

 

The grunge on the far right

 

The decision to call it a day.

 

 left: bomber peak Right: The group getting ready to descend

Avalanches are so gnarly. These trees were probably blasted over by a slide close to a mile long.

Split Board? I hope so...

Lets see here.... I think I can be the first to admit that I am no master craftsman. So far in working on creating my splitboard I have beat the crap out of my left hand: Stabbed my palm with a still rotating drill bit, smashed two fingers, took some skin off my thumb with the claw of a hammer, tagged the side of my hand with the drill bit, and then to top it all off I shut my middle finger in the door as I was leaving today. What is the deal? My right hand is pristine. I guess subconsciously I hate my left hand.

I was hoping to get this thing done before this weekend so I have been out in my garage messing with it instead of doing other things that I had hoped to get done. This set back will make my time tomorrow a little more tedious. We are planning on riding some lines up in either Cardiac or over in Wolverine. Looks like I will be on shoes. I guess I can use the workout.

Please work!

Oh please!

The black death was a hard one to cut. It is such a great board. I hope I don't screw it up.