Mark Renson
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As I drove up Route 16 past Dana Place Inn after 3 hours of driving in heavy rains, snow started to fall! Like hell it ain't ski season! <BR> <BR> At Huntington Ravine Fire Road, the Tucks Trail became a pleasant hike on the <BR>smooth foot+ deep snowpack. <BR> <BR> After getting gear (including beacon, probe pole, shovel) together and <BR>strapping on crampons, I went up into the Bowl. I did much outreach to the <BR>light crowd of Pilgrims entering the Tucks ampitheatre, explaining to them that <BR>the avalanche danger was increasing as the snow fell and that the safest <BR>conditions were on the climbers left. Also, I informed them that the Lip was <BR>closed due to crevasses and undermining. Often, I would have a bit of a <BR>language barrier to deal with as it was Victoria's Day weekend which meant that <BR>there were several Quebecois that hopped over the border. <BR> <BR> I got chillier as the day wore on which frosted my toes and the weather got <BR>foggier. The latter was significant as it masked the fact that there <BR>apparently were some people that got caught in some sloughs that occured high <BR>on the Headwall - sloughs caused by the freshly falling snow on the frozen <BR>hardpack. By the end of the weekend, the month-to-date snowfall on The <BR>Rockpile would be up to 35"+ - average is only 10.8" and February of this year <BR>only received 27" !! <BR> <BR> That evening, we had a barbeque that we had planned .... in the gusty cold <BR>winds and swirling falling snow! Great weather for a BBQ in my book! <BR> <BR> On Sunday morning, winds howled and it was still snowing a bit. I did not get <BR>the warm feeling that we would have balmy temps and bright sunshine that would <BR>make for a corn day which I advertised to Dana on Friday. The weather inside <BR>of HoJos reported a minus 2F windchill at 6AM at Hermit Lake <BR> <BR> I cramponed up to the Bowl for a repeat of the prior day and I was even more <BR>skittish about the avalanche danger which prevented me from skiing all weekend. <BR> In some ways it was boring, but I reminded myself that patrolling could have <BR>these types of days and I soothed myself by reminding me of the camaraderie <BR>that I experience up there, the beauty and history of Tucks and the fact that <BR>Forces of Nature were leaving us with great gifts in the month of May - <BR>Hillman's Highway has skiing almost all the way to the bottom, Dodge's Drop <BR>still has a good pitch, Left Gully, Chute are choked with snow (the latter has <BR>more now than it did a month ago), you can still ski over the headwall from the <BR>top and the East Snowfields are in great shape! <BR> <BR> Later in the afternoon after I did some practice with crampon footwork and ice <BR>axe arrest and gave a young climber some advice, I parked myself at the Lunch <BR>Rocks with Chris and Brian the USFS Snow Rangers. As we watched skiers, I <BR>lamented how I felt bad that I was not skiing but that I did not trust the <BR>snowpack given many factors (new snow, wind deposition, slope steepness, poor <BR>bonding to surface) and I remind myself that all that it takes is just one <BR>incident ...... <BR> <BR> Roughly one half an hour later with the sun brightly shining, we observed a <BR>skier mischeviously skiing his way from above to the top of The Lip, which is <BR>closed. We kept our eyes focused on him as this meant the possibility for some <BR>hi-jinx. As he cut through the powder, I thought to myself that this could be <BR>a good chance to witness an avalanche. He made a turn on the skiers left which <BR>triggered a slough. Somehow, this slough was just a bit too robust for comfort <BR>and had a sinister look to it as it poured over a crevasse and some brush <BR>poking through. As he crossed over the crux of The Lip, he triggered a living <BR>room sized slab with a crown that measured roughly a foot - OH SH*T ! This <BR>crashed onto the top of the virgin snowpack at the top of The Bowl below The <BR>Lip and whaddya' know, we had a problem. A bigger slab then released which was <BR>about 100 feet wide aimed for the Lunch Rocks and several people below - OH <BR>MEGA SH*T ! <BR> <BR> We screamed out AVA-LAAAAANCHE and stayed behind the rocks by the rescue cache <BR>yet in a position where we could observe so that we could see what "Sir <BR>Avalanche" (they command serious respect, dude) would catch. The smooth <BR>graceful exponential increase in speed of this slide was as beautiful as it was <BR>frightening. The soft rumble as it rushed by me roughly 10 meters away was an <BR>exceptionally pretty sound. But it also meant business as it seemingly had <BR>animate homicidal feelings. <BR> <BR> We were seiously worried about the people below us, especially since they were <BR>from Quebec and might not have understood what "avalanche" met. After some <BR>initial hesitation, they fleed to higher rocks, leaving gear behind. As I <BR>watched it finish it's estimated 1,200 foot ride falling 600-700 vertical feet <BR>to the floor of the Bowl, I tried very hard to spot anyone that might be <BR>caught. <BR> <BR> As it stopped, I heard a girl cough hard, obviously choking a bit on the blast <BR>cloud of spindrift snow. We all stepped down and screamed out for everyone to <BR>account for their friends (how the hell do you say that in French?). <BR> <BR> Fortunately, nobody was caught and our nice friends from the North thanked us <BR>for our concern. <BR> <BR> Meanwhile, the skier that triggered it, somehow rode it past Schiller's Rock <BR>(scene of last year's all-nighter) and skied out of it to the skiers right and <BR>into the bowl. Fortunately, he did not trigger another one there. Meanwhile, <BR>people from below were screaming out "thanks a lot, a##hole" to him. Later on, <BR>when fellow patroller Paul and I were having a bull session with the Snow <BR>Rangers, we lamented about how hard we had worked to inform everyone of the <BR>existing dangers and that The Lip was closed to all use. I am almost positive <BR>that I recognized the skier that triggered the slide and yes I did indeed <BR>inform him. <BR> <BR> You read this right - avalanches happen in New England, they happen in May and <BR>they happen in front of large groups of people which means that there is no <BR>safety in numbers. <BR> <BR> Just another weekend of drama on Mount Washington. Carter Dome's noble <BR>sublime peak with the lightly sugared conifers provided me with great eye candy <BR>on the early evening hike down to the bottom of Pinkham Notch. Gawd I love <BR>this scene! <BR> <BR> Get psyched form some good early June skiing. Ya gotta' believe !!