bə-lō'nē mō'gəls(n.pl.) 1. A group of drinkers with a shredding problem. 2. The combination of snow, booze, and metal.


Corbets Couloir (Someone hold me)

Late in the day on Friday we made a point of hopping a tram and shooting all the way up to scope out the epic Couloir of doom. Alright. It’s big. It’s really big. And wow, steep. Videos, pictures – anything online – don’t do it justice. It is insane. I was getting vertigo just trying to get near the drop-in to scope it out.

We heard from a few other guys that were up there that the couloir – from the storm and recent weird conditions – was gnarly than usual. Instead of just a two-story drop into a 55-degree pitch, it was probably closer to three stories with exposed ice/rock far more prevalent than usual.

Heading up (and for the last few weeks) we all teased the idea of dropping in with differing digress of seriousness. After looking at it though, it was just way too epic. Too late in the day after too many days of riding. Even if the conditions on the couloir were a little better, our shot legs wouldn’t have held that first epic drop and then it would have gotten very death inducing.

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