Went to the land down under today with the Brothers Dorais. And no, Provo Peak isn’t in Australia, it’s in Provo. That’s Utah, where the scenery isn’t half bad, all told. The skiing is at least that good, as well.
Aside from some ice on the upper 200 or so vertical feet of the summit, we did pretty well landing some soft, windblown pow. First it was into the trees for a bit of safety – the chute was windloaded and possibly ready for a cleanse on its steeper flanks – then into the chute for a good number of sweeping turns. A 6,000 foot approach from the Bonneville Shoreline linked trailhead led to a large amount of downhill skiing. Fun, too!
Approaching Provo Peak, Cascade and Timpanogos beckon to the North.
Score one point for the field goal. Andy is framed near the summit, between the posts of two rime blasted trees.
Jason orders up a pizza to the peak. It never showed up. If it arrived later, it's probably been blown to Little Cottonwood Canyon by now. It was a bit breezy, which is why we took refuge behind this puny tree.
The obligatory summit shot looking towards Utah Lake. Hello, Provo!
In this frame, we play 'Spot the skier!' It's Jason.
Andy is a little easier to spot.
Jason brings it down the exit gully.
Do powder skiing shots always need to involve a massive powder cloud? Or is it enough that there is a bounty of undisturbed snow in front of Jason's skis?
Andy saying 'Adios!' to Provo Peak as we headed down, then across and out of the exit gully.
As we crossed the next gully, Andy broke off a small slide on the windloaded North aspect. It broke a few feet above him, reaching over about 15 feet to skier's left, and 50 feet down the ridgeline. Fortunately a non-event, as it slid around him.
Jason all smiles as he exits Provo Peak, which is the leftmost snow-covered peak.