It was a tight shot, but i had to take it.
Who knew when i would have been back, if ever.
Climbing the line i ski has for me become definitive.
Observing each crack in the towering walls,
each Fir clinging on its edges.
Snow conditions slightly changing,
faint undulations in a seemingly bleached paper flat scene.
Then turning around after a thousand and counting steps,
to see the valley suddenly way down there,
my breath expanded beyond the sum.
my breath expanded beyond the sum.
Possible first decent on Mt Currie, Pemberton BC.
