The following is a tale of my worst outing of the season. There seems to be more color in tales of things gone wrong than in the stories of everything falling neatly into place. For a color wheel’s worth, read on.
I headed up to Jackson Hole from the Salty City for a ski descent of the Chouinard Couloir on the Middle Teton with David Yogg and his pal Zach Guy. This descent is named after Yvon Chouinard, the founder of Patagonia, a legend who has put up an incredible number of rock climbing routes. I’d guess he looked at Albert Ellingwood’s 1923 handiwork, now named the Ellingwood Couloir, and decided to check out the obvious, excellent line just left of the by-then classic ascent route. Somehow ignoring all this history and sleeping through the 3:00 a.m. alarm, I roused from sleep at 3:23 to pull on my gear and was waiting for the fellas Continue reading ‘The Middle Teton’s Chouinard Couloir Ski Descent’




