After a quick dinner I found myself falling asleep so I hopped in my bag and went to bed early thinking I would sleep until morning like last time (~15hrs), wake up and ski with better lighting, it was already getting dark and snowing pretty good. Nope. I woke up wide awake at 9:30PM, my body thinking I had just napped and would be up working a night shift. The snow had stopped but clouds had not cleared enough for the full moon to light up the night.
I wasn't up for trying to sleep for another 12hrs, no skiing to be had in darkness, I packed up and skied it out which was the most pleasant ski-out yet: a warm gentle breeze, downhill all the way, a fresh dusting, a pink city-lit sky and the only sound was the swish of me travelling on the snow.
I had to get out and ski since I didn't last night. I headed up early to Arctic Valley with the pleasant surprise of untracked road and sun up high. I honestly chuckled as I was basking in it and looking down at socked-in Anchorage. Conditions were still thin with tundra and rock poking through, or where it was deep enough it was dust-on-windboard. Tally another core shot for me. Never the less I skied a few good laps and called it a day after bonking from lack of food and water. I might return tomorrow before work.
I was at the peak of Gordon Lyon before the wind picked up and skiing solo I thought I had picked a safe run. Nope. Four turns in things went soft below me. I saw a white-lightning crack split out to my left and I put it all together. I tried to stop, that didn't work, I fell back and was riding the mass like I fell out of a white-water raft. I knew I was screwed and it was all on me. I could feel the bed and tried to dig in but the flow was too strong and was pushing me down and deeper. I knew I had to get out or get buried at the gully bottom. I saw I was somewhat close to the edge and could sort of steer with the flow so I tried, and successfully rode the back-seat of my skis out to the edge. I watched the avalanche complete itself and sat in silence for a few minutes thinking about how close I just came. Lucy was lagging on the ridge so she wasn't in it. Just before I had turned back up a few notches higher for whatever reason and glad I did as it was more of a terrain trap.
|The end result: sun up high and clouds down low.|
|A raindbow, in JANUARY!|