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Good Friends, Blue Skies, Deep Powder and The Element of Risk.
A backcountry tour is never
a boring adventure. This day was one of those days that many a backcountry
enthusiast would never want to encounter.
It started with a gorgeous inversion day. The valley was blanketed with
cloud while the skies above were blue beyond belief. The temperature was
perfect - cool enough not to cook but warm enough not to require heavy
clothing. Brad, Richard and Eddie, (that would be me), set out to shred
"Hogs Heaven" - (H. H.) which is located on Indian Ridge. It
can be seen from the top of the Paradise Chair on Marmot Basin.
We
decided to access Whistler Creek from the Knob Peak instead of heading
up the creek via the parking lots at Marmot. We were lucky as the Marmot
Ski Patrol were doing avalanche work and opened the "Peak",
allowing us to ski the back side. The hike up the "Peak" was
steamy as the sun was beating down. Once on the top we checked our "beacons"
before descending into Whistler Creek. Finally the pay-off begins: deep,
soft powder and solitude as we explored the virgin run in POW. From the
hollow we peered back at the pristine tracks in the snow. From here we
slipped on our skins and headed up the "H. H." Breaking trail,
Brad led us up in no time.
After
soaking up the view and "inhaling" lunch we climbed nearer to
"Heaven". With clouds rolling in we decided to abort the summit
and descend immediately. Our initial path took us, fortunately, to the
left or west of a steep pitch where, in our excitement and enthusiasm,
we managed a mid-slope collision. When the laughter and snow had subsided
Brad and Richard resumed the assault. Within seconds I heard a resounding
"WHOOMPH"!!! After a quick glance at the "roll"
above, which we had avoided, I followed. Suddenly reality set in - "AVALANCHE,
AVALANCHE!!!" I screamed. (Photo above right,
click on photo).
  
The only thought that raced
through my mind was to outdistance this THING. I tensed my stance and
tucked down the hill as the top of the mountain came in hot pursuit. Focusing
on the fall line and pushed by panic my speed eliminated all possibility
of turning. Time seemed paralysed as I soon crashed into the bushes far
below. From a distance I heard, "Are You Alright? Are You Alright?"
Brad was yelling that I had cleared the path of the avalanche. I peeked
back and saw my tracks emerge from the wash a few metres behind me. With
a sigh of relief I headed off to join the others.
  
 After
debriefing and recording the event we returned to Marmot Basin to view
the avalanche from the top of the Paradise Chair. After appropriate "Toasting"
a class TWO slide, we thanked our lucky stars for the harrowing experience.
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