The day started out stressful, to say the least.
Brett dropped into a bowl, hit a "little" cliff, and landed in a way that he lost one of his skis. Keep in mind that he telemarks, so his skis don't have breaks when they cut lose. Another great moment in an already stressful day.
The group got to probing the snow, but to no avail. We were ready to call it and come back in the spring to find it when the snow was gone. As we were about to head out, one of our group members noticed a faint ski track; just one. It pointed straight down the hill. We strapped in and started to follow this phantom track into the trees. As I was approaching a small roll over, I realized we were getting close to a cliff band that was mandatory air . . . . mandatory BIG air. My eyes followed the track and to my surprise his ski was sticking straight out of the snow, not 25 feet away from going over the cliff.
Lucky. Very lucky.
After that found ski, redemption followed. The snow was great, the company was better, and the best part of it all . . . we didn't have to compete with anyone to get these tracks:
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