We wanted somewhere that would be stable and would provide contrast against the gray light. This fall, my good friend Nick and I had a most excellent and dark bushwhacking adventure up Falls Creek. I remembered the awesome lines we'd seen up there before the sun set and the alders attacked us.
With that in mind, we headed for Falls Creek this morning. Starting at sea level meant starting the day with thin, and dare I say, technical skinning. But, the ascent through the peaceful forest was really wonderful and before long we were into more open country. Looking south towards Resurrection Pass, which Toni and I rode this fall:
The Falls Creek knob starting to come into view:
Skinning under the rock massif of the Falls Creek Knob brought a great sense of grandeur and scale, coming around the corner and looking up into the couloir was even more exciting. Once in the couloir, we threw our skis on our backs and started up the stairway to heaven.
