Schralping the Gnar
Schralp the Gnar - To snowboard sweetly on great snow
So neither Jeff nor I snowboard, but one weekend once I got done we drove back down to McCallum Creek for some unfinished business. We weren't able to get started until late Saturday night (we set up camp in the dark), so we spent a bit of Sunday traveling cross-country rather than downhill, but the weather was incredible and there was plenty of gnar to be schralped.
Our camp.
This was some snow in the flat section where we camped. We kept hearing these whoompfing noises that are sort of signals of avalanche danger, so we didn't move up to the higher country until we could see where we were going. You can see the lines where slabs of hard snow were sinking into the soft snow underneath.
Me on top of a little hill. This shot would have been cooler if I could have gotten more into the sun's beam. We were so unaccustomed to skiing in the sunlight that neither of us remembered sunglasses or sunscreen. As alternatives we wore our goggles the wholed day, and used chapstick on our faces. The goggles worked well, but I missed some spaces with the chapstick, resulting in some funny-looking sunburn on my face.
Climbing up a ridge. I think on the day we ended up climbing about 3000 feet, and got close to 6000 feet elevation.
Our destination: the ridge off in the distance. I think it ended up being about 5 miles from where we started the day. I was surprised by the number of areas where the snow had melted away already.
More climbing.
A closer view of the ridge. We ended up skiing to the left of that highest point, where the sun had been hitting the snow all day and the ridge wasn't so corniced.
Taking a break on top of the ridge. This trip re-confirmed how amazing the Deltas are. Not that I ever thought they weren't, just that every time I'm down there it slaps me in the face again.
Jeff traversing the ridge.
Jeff is pleased with our location.
Jeff on the way down. The spot where we headed down was pretty nice; about 6-8 inches of powdery stuff on top of a nice deep base. It was afternoon by the time we got here, and the temps were around 40-45, so the snow was actually feeling the heat a little bit, but overall pretty sweet.
Jeff schralping.
Me schralping.
Free the heel, free the mind.
A side-by-side comparison of my line (on the left) with Jeff's. Who do you figure is the better skier?
It's hard to see unless you look at the picture full-size, but we took two laps up on the upper part of this slope and you can see our lines in this picture.
Good day.
So neither Jeff nor I snowboard, but one weekend once I got done we drove back down to McCallum Creek for some unfinished business. We weren't able to get started until late Saturday night (we set up camp in the dark), so we spent a bit of Sunday traveling cross-country rather than downhill, but the weather was incredible and there was plenty of gnar to be schralped.
Our camp.
This was some snow in the flat section where we camped. We kept hearing these whoompfing noises that are sort of signals of avalanche danger, so we didn't move up to the higher country until we could see where we were going. You can see the lines where slabs of hard snow were sinking into the soft snow underneath.
Me on top of a little hill. This shot would have been cooler if I could have gotten more into the sun's beam. We were so unaccustomed to skiing in the sunlight that neither of us remembered sunglasses or sunscreen. As alternatives we wore our goggles the wholed day, and used chapstick on our faces. The goggles worked well, but I missed some spaces with the chapstick, resulting in some funny-looking sunburn on my face.
Climbing up a ridge. I think on the day we ended up climbing about 3000 feet, and got close to 6000 feet elevation.
Our destination: the ridge off in the distance. I think it ended up being about 5 miles from where we started the day. I was surprised by the number of areas where the snow had melted away already.
More climbing.
A closer view of the ridge. We ended up skiing to the left of that highest point, where the sun had been hitting the snow all day and the ridge wasn't so corniced.
Taking a break on top of the ridge. This trip re-confirmed how amazing the Deltas are. Not that I ever thought they weren't, just that every time I'm down there it slaps me in the face again.
Jeff traversing the ridge.
Jeff is pleased with our location.
Jeff on the way down. The spot where we headed down was pretty nice; about 6-8 inches of powdery stuff on top of a nice deep base. It was afternoon by the time we got here, and the temps were around 40-45, so the snow was actually feeling the heat a little bit, but overall pretty sweet.
Jeff schralping.
Me schralping.
Free the heel, free the mind.
A side-by-side comparison of my line (on the left) with Jeff's. Who do you figure is the better skier?
It's hard to see unless you look at the picture full-size, but we took two laps up on the upper part of this slope and you can see our lines in this picture.
Good day.
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