seriously nice work, i can't wait for the next pictures. I'm aiming to head over to the dacks for a few days the weekend i get back to school. did you happen to get a look at ore beds, the root canal, or the north face of gothics when you were there? 
On Jan 6, 2008, at 8:09 PM, Evan Osler wrote:

The hulking magnitude of the big bad mountains of the west continues to shock and awe. Jason and I briefly discussed an overnight foray (leaving Friday in the dark after work) to assure an early start, but decided against it with the nice chill in the air and the warm accommodations at home. Instead we were awake at 4am and on the road with Jonny and Chris, heading towards a popular trailhead and way beyond it a most serious line.

Once on the trail the scenery started flying by. A 3-mile approach was covered in hour #1, and we were in good spirits as hints of True North appeared in the distance. Onwards and upwards, and by noon we were way up in the middle of nowhere, bushwacking up a nasty stream bed interspersed with deadfall and typical 'Dacksian dread. The secrets never give themselves up easily here, even on the warm, sunny days.

Finally we spotted a clearing in the distance, and rejoiced at the thought of making our way up a wide open, succulent slide. Approaching the opening in the woods, our error soon became apparent: yes, this was a nice opening, and yes, it had great views, but no, it was nowhere near where we thought we would and should be. And it was cut off by a non-negotiable ice fall above, with nothing but more thick forest on top of that. Damn! Awesome landscape, no skiing. Thoughts of easy, approachable powder fields in the friendly Greens consumed us all as we fell silent. There was a brief discussion about getting a motel room in town so that we could try again tomorrow. We were so frickin' close but so far away. 6 miles of effort and nada to show for it.

An executive decision was made to begin traversing. It was hard to calculate exactly how far away from the proper slide we were, but we had reason to believe a contouring route would be no more difficult of an exit than our painful bushwack would be. Through the thick forest we clawed and clawed, switching off lead each time the leader ended up in a dead-end and had to back track.

Eventually another clearing appeared in the distance. Chris broke out of the forest first and let out a holler. We'd found it, even more sublime and otherworldy than our wildest dreams could have conjured up. A wide field of white, snaking up and up and up. A few icefalls interspersed, but otherwise just deep, untracked powder. Gruntwork brought us all the way to the top, to where the slide ended and the krummholz began. The hiking was enjoyable - steep, icy in isolated spots but perfect for crampons and a bootpack. Powder clung hard to skier's left.

And then the descent, almost 1500' of wide open, untracked Grade "A" Adirondack pow. Surely it doesnt get much better on this big mountain in this unforgiving place.

Over 12 miles RT and 4000' of climbing. A long day. Here's a preview, more to follow hopefully:

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