Skiing the Wasatch is a blessing. There's some many lines that hold good snow and so many people that want to ski those lines in good snow. We probably have the highest percentage of the "herding trend" then any other mountain range in the lower 48. With all these people its hard to find solidarity, or the untouched canvas in which to slash. I still love it, it demands more of a skier to find new terrain. The Wasatch has so many nooks and flanks. Its all over the place, some are harder to reach, not as much vertical skiing, and some leave you pulling scrub oak from places that only Jimmy and Stevie enjoy. There's no reason to give up powder that is this awesome, just look in different spots. Occasionally one must have to put down the chuting gallery and set your own skin track. This canyon is in the Southern Wasatch and it gave one of my best days yet this year...it was a much anticipated search for freedom.
My faithful partner that day was Bret, who had been most patient to go to this area. There he is skinning past the island in the sky. The clouds and snow cast doubt on our minds.
This is the view of the peak that Liam knows all to well.. would we suffer the same fate of being socked in?
This is Bret on the summit. It snowed the entire time on the hike up the east ridge. We weren't sure if there was going to be enough visibility for us to descend the chute we wanted.
Luck was with the twins that day. As we clicked in the sun and wind blasted the clouds away.
Bret exercising is right to soft turns, a liberty that any boy can enjoy.
America: We'll free the shit out of you
We felt like free riders so we took this epic picture. Now that the sun was out we decided to go back up and ski the chute to the skiers left.
That's Bret coming out of the second chute of Freedom peak. They say in skier boyz folklore that the skier boy lines of today will become the projects of skier boys of tomorrow. Find your Freedom
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