I attempted this line a couple of weeks ago from the snowmobile-accessible side of the peak with my friend Naomi. Unfortunately, new snow and warming temps aren’t a great mix, so our day was doomed from the get-go. Heavy snow was sticking to our skins like you wouldn’t believe. Wax didn’t help, and after dragging those leg weights through avi debris, high winds and fading light, I was forced to pull the plug and try again another day.
The next time we approached from the Blackwater Creek road for a more direct line, with a fast and fit team that was on the same page. Liam and Adrian were as keen as I was to ski this line. With good weather and stability lined up, we just needed an alpine start to seal the deal so we camped at the road and woke up plenty early. Bringing the true style and ethics of ski mountaineering — climbing right from ground zero — we were ready to climb what we wanted to ski.
The pace was fast right from the get go, and I settled into a rythm I knew I could hold all day.
There was one more crux that involved climbing through the cornice with an extra axe for four points of weight-bearing contact. With one last step we had a warm welcome into the sun and were ready to ski.
We excavated the cornice to fit skis. Liam dropped in first, or rather ‘aired in’, as falls were not an option. Adrian was next, then I carved the lip of the cornice a little more for my entrance. I shuffled down, controlling my fear into the no fall zone, and once in the zone it was all good… we were through the first crux and into a classic steep coastal couloir.
Definitely a top ten ski line!
Photos: Andy Traslin, Adrian Armstrong
Story: Andy Traslin
Last fall I sat on my deck with a world map searching for a new mountain range to ski. I settled on the Caucus Mountains in The Republic of Georgia.
The exciting part of planning ski trips to a place like Georgia is that you feel like a pioneer exploring a place that is fresh, new and unknown. However, the unknown while exciting, can quickly morph into anxiety when there is less than copious data on the places I was interested in going. Even the internet left me wanting more information on skiing in Georgia.
After hours of combing over bits and pieces of info via Google, I decided that I would stake my claim in Guduari. I knew that Gudauri had some infrastructure and was just 2 hours from the capital city of Tbilisi which had daily flights from Munich. Photographer Scott DW Smith and I put together a plan of attack, dropped some cash for plane tickets and headed east.