When I went south for Christmas it started snowing at Turnagain, and it hadn't stopped when I got back from Japan almost a month later. The constant snowfall meant there were no weak layers in the snowpack. It also meant the alpine were relatively off limits in the zero contrast January light. We needed somewhere with a source of contrast other than sun, a zone with rocks.
All by ourselves, breaking trail up a huge valley, it felt good to be home.
Picking one of ten incised chutes above us we skinned up before switching to booting to finish it off.
We watched from a hanging loft as Andalyn dropped first and retraced our steps.
