Meanwhile, my mom and dad and girlfriend were headed up a road parallel to the mountain for a hike, they would later watch most of our descent from their vantage through binocs.
Mikey and I climbed the mountain and I felt like some kind of death, having spend the previous weak fulfilling my patriotic obligation of binge drinking. But we surmounted our physical and mental weaknesses and soon stood on top of the E-NE summit of Timp, ready to shred the fun.
I called my family and said "Hey mom, watch this!" "Try to ski as well as me" she replied. The rad upper slope was memorable in my memory as anything I remember skiing recently, which isn't saying much considering the behavior just alluded to, but it was damn good. The slope narrowed and steepened towards the brink of a radical cliff, its form complimenting the v-neck t-shirt I was wearing. We reached the edge and then using every meter of our 70m rope, we rapped off a tree leaving behind a sling and biner. In addition to day drinking, littering is OK within two days +/- the 4th of July. The lower slopes were tits as well, just perfect summer snow, the leftovers of a record-breaking Utah winter.
Upon reaching the end of the snow, 4,500' below our drop in and a paltry 15 minutes from the car, I was disappointed to find that my stashed shoes were missing. No biggie, I got em at Ross. I don't know if anyone has skied this line before and that's the way I like it. Beta ruins the fun.
Sky was here at the same time this went down, he was busy alternating between crushing Little Cottonwood Canyon granite cracks and enjoying the depravity of the Park City/Davide De Masi scene. Good times had.
Happy 4th!
Midway, UT. It ain't so bad. The line is the one that looks good.
Just straight crushing it.
Skywalker Mikey headin' to the drop in.
Sending it with Deer Creek Reservoir 6,300' beneath us.
Dad and Mia watching from Alpine Loop Road.
Perfect summer snow, Heber Valley below.
Mikey nearing eternity.
We dreaded a techy changeover and anchor location, but it was mellow maaaaan.
Mikey on rap, look for the orange helmet amidst the choss.
Moats and rockfall kept us on our toes.
Rapperfall.
Jumping a runnel on rental ski and boots wearing khakis, a V-neck and a climbing helmet = win.
Route
Anybody tells you ski season is over pity them.
