"I carefully visualized my line, turn by turn, arc by arc, breath by breath, then dropped in. My plan instantly dissolved as the unforgiving, weeks-old, severely skied snow clearly stated, "Look at me. I'm the captain now!" I skittered, bounced, and ricocheted off every contour in the rock-hard snow, losing all semblance of good form and skiing like a complete hack... Even in real-time, I knew it was funny."
"The bootpack was bomber, then challenging, then a bit ass-kicking. The 8 skiers who'd recently dropped had destroyed the bootpack and scattered any trace of its remains. I made Martin go first at this point, he he. He battled and wallowed and grimaced but didn't complain. We hit the top 1 hour and 42 minutes after leaving the car. Not a terrible time considering. Martin dropped first and I smacked him with some weird drone angles as he valiantly fought his way downward."
Four skiers ripped down the chute's lowers while the party bootpacked up an icy, steep mouth that was too dangerous to ski. Skinning up the apron was warm and uneventful, then the group switched to boot crampons at the chute base. The bootpack varied from bomber to ass-kicking after eight skiers destroyed the route. The top was reached in 1 hour 42 minutes. The descent featured hard, weeks-old, severely skied snow that ricocheted skiers off contours and collapsed planned lines. Heat and exertion forced a mid-descent recovery stop as blood oxygen recovered. Drone and 360 camera footage documented the attempt.
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