After our mid storm assault of Glory Mountain's Snowshoe Bowl, we found ourselves in Driggs Idaho, home of our sweaty buddy Derek as well as Grand Targhee Mountain. Seeing as we had been nuked by snow the night before, Derek whipped up some berry smoothies and a bomb breakfast and we hit the slopes.
Our drive up foreshadowed the epic day that was about to commence. As the road winded up towards the mountain, lesser known than Jackson Hole but blessed with far more snow, the fresh pow got deeper and deeper.
Derek, Will and myself in front of the trail map, which Derek knew all too well. He led us to the locals stashes all day. If you ever go to Targhee head to the North Boundaries, chest deep, untouched powder and sketchy cliff drops just under the rope, Marry's Nipple, where Will and I crushed a pre-made backcountry booter, and the cliffs off of Peaked (or Sacajawea Lift) where there be big cliffs.
Myself about to drop a 25 footer, biggest cliff of my life (to date.) The snow was deep and Derek and I both rode away.
Looking back at the monsters that Derek and I dropped, 50 to 55 degrees slope above with a mandatory cliff at the bottom. 3 year earlier Jamie Pierre hucked the world record cliff drop, 255 feet in bounds at Targhee only a few hundred meters from where we dropped. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0SDQcm0VcU
On the way up to Marry's Nipple through the backcountry gates and the ferocious bootpack. Defiantly not the 3 minutes Derek promised, we clocked in at 20 minutes, but well worth it.
Will cruising among snow monsters and some fluffy light stuff. Our only regret was not bringing snorkels.
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