We made a creek crossing on a snowbridge after lumbering around treewells and downed timber and took a break. Ahead, we could see a large dome blocking the valley, and a huge, corniced ridge above and right. I wasn't overly thrilled about skiing under the ridge in the warming heat of midday, but we didn't see much of a choice. Once we got under it, skinning steeply up into a gigantic bowl ahead, it was less intimidating. But you still wouldn't have wanted to be there gawking if it cut loose. |