But I was indeed able to ski real, worthy terrain every day. Only one day did I fail to summit a peak. I aimed to ski at least one “proper” ski line and to summit a peak every day.
Narrow, steep, with wind-scalloped powder snow and completely invisible from any road or trail. Don’t forget the whimsy and fun of adventuring as conditions allow.”Īn obscure couloir on an amazing, prominent ski peak on day 5. “I imagine Allan would be most stoked by a party employing the spirit of the Red Line rather than the exact route … Always remember, an act of creativity like route finding in a natural setting can be deeply satisfying, even when following a generalized route. The “founders” purposely kept their description vague, empowering future suitors to spend “day after day, hour after hour, on our knees fondling the topo maps.” I’ll do the same, honoring the perspective of Todd Eastman from the BackcountryTalk forum. And, once, when leaving the crest by a little over a mile meant I could skip sketchy free-solo rock climbing, I steered even further from the Red Line. I left the crest only when it meant better skiing. Photos in magazines and the ads of their sponsors from the time show them skiing the N couloir of Mount Humphreys and a couloir into the Palisade Glacier. Bard and company specifically mention skiing the NW face of Mount Whitney and “Mount Russell used as a pass.” So I did those things. I skied most peaks and routes up one side and down the other, moving forward. I skied the best and rowdiest lines I could. On maps, these boundaries, for the most part, are marked with a red line hence the name. This ridgeline also divides California counties, as well as National Parks from National Forests. The highest peaks of the range divide the watershed of the Pacific from that of the Great Basin. I stuck close to the crest of the Sierra.
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