Granite Days: B, Poop Chute, Double Dog Leg
At the Village at 11am I found a friend from high school who'd spent the past two years in the English-speaking Southern Hemisphere learning about mountains. We'd been wanting to meet up for a while and the snow was stable with six inches of fresh, just enough to make you believe its deeper than it is.
We took Bridger up and did the Headwall hike, the steep one. They wanted to ski ABC Chutes and so did I so we did. All of the names are mislabeled in the Jackson Hole Ski Atlas, so I still have no idea which is which...and do I care? This is the line we skied:
Long traverse out from the Upper Granite shots...45 minutes later we got on Teewinot, then Apres Vous. They wanted to show me a shot just behind the old Patrol Hut. It was steep and ok, heavily treed. For us Easterners it felt homey. This is what we skied:
At the classic meet up just after the Granite traverse takes a turn to face the Valley we ran into another friend from high school. We all slid back to the resort together. The original friend bailed and the other homie and I went up Sweetwater, then Teton to ski Double Dog Leg. The snow in the top section of trees gave the illusion that everything in that area had been completely trashed since the last snow, but a little lower the tracks slowly disintegrated and became sparse. Fresher and fresher with every turn. Another party had skied Double earlier that day it seemed, but after the steep entrance the rest of it skied delightfully well.
The traverse out this third time hurt. My right Lumbar and right shin and right shoulder and some other shit was sore AF. I said bye to James and went to Nick Wilsons to catch the end of the Packers getting slaughtered in the NFC Championship game and to slaughter some pizza myself. I saw a friend who mentioned that he liked my writing and that I should write more which is why I'm writing this.
If we consider just two variables, accessibility and beauty, Granite Canyon must be among the best combined quality in the world.