glacier peak and clark mountain from deep in the black hole
after a "recon" trip last week, jeff and i met travis and carson at the twin lakes trailhead sometime around 1:00 am. a quick sleep in the car saw us skinning toward our destination around 5:00. having the approach dialed put us across all the river and stream crossings before the headlamps were turned off. refrozen snow conditions allowed for quick skinning and before we knew it, we were skinning under the w ridge of bandit peak toward the huge debris pile under the black hole.
early morning avy debris
before heading up the couloir, travis and carson downed a starbucks double shot and off we went. the first 800' of the couloir was booting through avy debris and alpine ice runnels before it turned to the right and became soft piles of sluff. another 800' of wind packed punchy snow brought us to the open snow slope between the two main sections of the two couloirs.
double shot
double shot
endless traverse to the couloir
avy debris for the first 800'
lunch? break
a break at the open snow slope for some food and water revealed our one route finding error. we had booted up the right side of the snow slope where the snow was deep, punchy and a little spooky. jeff punched a bootpack across the slope finding better snow on the other side. now on the left side of the slope, i started booting up toward the upper couloir.
the upper couloir
the view just before we get boxed in by the couloir walls
high east winds the past few days gave me pause as i entered the upper couloir. all the drifted snow from the east side of the mountain falls directly in the narrow slot we plan to ski. but conditions prove to be excellent, shin to thigh deep wind packed powder with no layers and an excellent bond to debris deep in the snowpack.
about 1300' of steep windy snow climbing brought us to the last bend in the couloir where the notch came into view. the last 50' to the top kicked back to just over 55 degrees and before we knew it we were down climbing or side slipping the top 30 feet.
bluebird mega couloir skiing day
i think we were actually in the sun for 5 min on the approach
steep topout
steep sideslip
dropping into the main part of the couloir i found deep wind packed snow turn after turn. sluff would run with each turn but we quickly realized it was benign and were able to link as many turns as we wanted (read as many as we could).
travis resting after linking as many turns as his body could handle
jeff slaying the upper couloir
travis's turn
carson draggin the hand...
a few turns before the binding incident
after about 500' travis and jeff skied through to the open snow slope while i waited for carson. as carson was skiing down to me he took a turn and almost fell over coming to a stop. "shit, i broke my binding!" as carson side slipped down to me thought deep snow with one ski i could tell he wasn't joking. the back half of his tele binding had snapped off (as in the metal broke) and was dangling by a mangled cable.
fatty broke his binding
quickly we realized we were over 3000' up the couloir and about seven and a half miles away from the car with a broken binding. getting out of the couloir would be easy, but 7 miles of flat skinning would be another story. it looked like carson was going to be booting and that we'd all be getting home a little later than planned.
travis and i skied out of the couloir and began to take inventory of what we could use to make a broken binding skinnable. before we knew it jeff came ripping out of the couloir with carson's broken ski on his back. a few minutes after that carson popped out of the chute sliding on his shovel. i pretty sure he got the first shovel descent of the black hole couloir.
travis just above the lower section of the couloir
breakable windcrust looks better than it skis
breakable bindings look better than they ski too
with little daylight to spare we put carson's left ski on his right foot so he could traverse as far down the valley as possible. a mile of traversing later, headlamps were on and more traversing ensued. eventually the traverse ended and the only option was skinning. we remounted the back half of carson's binding with two screws, two zip ties and a ski strap.
somehow, it worked
long story short, the binding worked for the 6 miles back to the car and we only had to stop to tighten it once. the river crossing went smoothly again and before we knew it we had skis on our shoulders and were walking on pavement back to the car.
over 16 miles, 6500' of vert, just over 16 hours and one broken ski binding. add to that skiing (or shoveling) a big line way back in there... good times.