Making the decision to not ski something like this doesn't usually come easy. Due to lots of new snow, high winds and warm temps, the decision was quite obvious. Until next time, it's nice to look at.
I woke up to a 6.2 earthquake at 4:30 and 6:30 am. I was imagining glacial holes opening up and swallowing camp as I was being rocked around in my tent. It's hard to know just how bridged over the glacier was where we had set up camp. Needless to say, we didn't fall into a crevasse and my tunnel proved to be earthquake proof as well.
There was a forecast for 50 knot gale force winds coming through the region, so we built a series of walls to protect camp from being destroyed. This is the first 2 walls of many. As the storm progressed we kept building additional walls to keep the tent flap to a minimum. The walls worked well and we lived comfortably inside of our fortress. #blockparty
I feel like @santi_guzman_ ski touring was a reflection of his way of living and being. He moved with intention and consistency, head down in humbleness and at times stepping away from the trail to create his own path. Thanks for the good tunes and good times, I hope to see you in Patagonia sooner than later.
Yay, my tent didn't collapse while I was sleeping! It never ceases to amaze me how quickly our little tent village gets swallowed up in all the pow.
That moment of uncertainty as the plane and your connection to civilization pulls away and leaves you and your crew in the middle of nowhere is a big reason I choose to go on trips like this.