For the past year my memory has been haunted. Not by something terrible or ugly, but by the most beautiful spine line I have ever laid eyes on. Its name… Corrugated!!

Over the winter I would often find myself drooling over pictures. Even on good powder days imaginings of shredding that face would creep into my psyche.
So a year later standing on top looking through the five foot deep slot, cut out in between cornices with Xavier de la rues shovel, it was all too surreal. I remember asking myself, “Am I really here? Is this really about to go down?” Perhaps its because I have never had so much time to ponder a line.
I thought back to my first plane ride into the Fairweather mountain range last April. Jonaven Moore and myself swinging by a new spot to have a good look on the way to camp. He pointed and I laughed, I then became ashen as I realized he was serious. Were these guys really looking at that face as a possibility?
Dropping in it all became very real. Pushing off the edges of the cut out cornice; into a ten foot vert ramp; into 60 degree spines.
Each turn memorized from a year of contemplation. Cut over; get on top, heelside…. Toeside… watch the sluff, oh shit!
Whew made it… stay on toeside…
heelside…
another whiteroom.
A third of the way.
I remember bashing into walls of snow coming in and out of the whiteroom, thinking, “Holy Shit!! Its neck deep!!!”
Literally choking on snow; breathing hard; fighting with everything I got to stay on top.
It stretched on for hours, and was done in moments.
We had done it!
Finally!!!
Corrugated was no longer a dream, it had become reality.

The Approach

CORRUGATED