I went skiing last week on Blackcomb Mountain and hiked up the Blackcomb Glacier, up East Caul and stopped at the top to catch my breath (I am definitely not the world's fastest trekker) and take some pictures. The scenery that day was absolutely amazing, and it looked and felt like I was in the midst of an ocean of clouds.
After my little break, we put the skis back on, got some fresh turns, and started hiking back up and out. But somewhere along the way, I got a ton of snow wedged between my right ski and the skin, and was only attached by the front and back clips on the skin. I hung on for as long as I could, but after the fourth zigzag turn, my ski gave out and I was on my knees on the side of the hill, trying to keep it together. So I strapped my skis to my back, finished the climb in my boots, and ended the day with a fun ski out the Corona Bowl.
I went skiing last week on Blackcomb Mountain and hiked up the Blackcomb Glacier, up East Caul and stopped at the top to catch my breath (I am definitely not the world's fastest trekker) and take some pictures. The scenery that day was absolutely amazing, and it looked and felt like I was in the midst of an ocean of clouds.
After my little break, we put the skis back on, got some fresh turns, and started hiking back up and out. But somewhere along the way, I got a ton of snow wedged between my right ski and the skin, and was only attached by the front and back clips on the skin. I hung on for as long as I could, but after the fourth zigzag turn, my ski gave out and I was on my knees on the side of the hill, trying to keep it together. So I strapped my skis to my back, finished the climb in my boots, and ended the day with a fun ski out the Corona Bowl.
