The Hellgate Couloir, in all its ski-base-jumping-potential glory. We laid first tracks on the day. Almost as exciting as catching first tracks out of the Snowbird tram across the street. Almost.
‘Remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting.’ This quote, which caught my ear during a recent viewing of the movie, Waking Life, rang truer after a ski descent of the Hellgate Couloir with Jason Borro. I won’t linger too long on the concepts of remembering versus forgetting – perhaps the psychologists can hash out a fuller explanation. But I like the pithiness of this offbeat movie’s summation – in light of what Hellgate offers, it seems apt.
I wouldn’t say that I’ve been ‘staring’ at this line, but after an attempt that led to a booting exit up and out a few months ago, it seems plain that I’ve been ‘remembering’ the line. It’s hard not to, for as anyone who skis at Snowbird or Alta could tell you, the Hellgate Couloir kind of stares right at both resorts. Assessed during a good view from a quick ski outing a few days prior, snow coverage looked decent. With an actual sunny day predicted during the Winter That Will Not End, as well as Continue reading ‘Hellgate Couloir’