J-Rock, Blob and yours truly enjoyed a fine day above Turnagain Pass at the Bertha Creek headwaters, a lot of people call it Superbowl. Skinning up Taylor Creek with Viking, we listened to his musings on snow quality, aspects and lines. Our path diverged from his trail to Magnum, and we continued to Taylor Creek Pass and Superbowl. We weren't first up the ridge, and we were grateful for the terrific steps kicked by another pair of skiers.
|Back Up Superbowl|
There was plenty of untracked powder for the ten souls I counted on the Superbowl ridgeline. It was a thrilling adventure, but the best snow quality was somewhat lower on that aspect Viking foretold.
The combination of waning light and a sore knee convinced us to follow the Bertha Creek valley back to Highway One. We faced the route finding dilemma: ski a not totally unfamiliar powder fall line at our feet, or continue across the boring traverse to a very familiar, reliable descent to the car. Of course, we took the 'powder now' route and we giggled in powder delirium. Trail got boney about 300 ft above the road. We skied over semi-buried brush, occasionally grasped tree branches as we traversed a steep bank above open water, and walked a little. The pow was worth it, but we agreed that next time...
Next time came less than 24 hours later.
|Down into Superbowl|
Our descent did have more skiable vertical than the ascent. But, the powderosity of the alpine and glades elevations was balanced at the opposite end of the spectrum by a 400 ft vertical hand-over-hand, spruce bough hanging, pack sliding, deadfall booting, alder tangling desent. Upon reaching skiable terrain for the final 400 ft vertical, mw searched for the proper superlative for our route and asked, it that i-e or e-i in heinous?
|Max's West Face|