The Photographic Life:
I just walked in the door from a white out at 11,000 feet
.Sorry for the iPhone photo...
"The story is about a rough around the edges community of ski bums and Mtn. folk who live in teepees and ratty cabins with wood burning stoves above the place of billionaires in a ski town. In the Winter, they have to use snowmobiles to get to their homes. In some cases, they ride the ski hill gondola with groceries and ski down into their little hidden part of paradise."
I decided that I wanted to get a good shot at seeing these folk as they get home, so I opted for the late shift today. Up the gondola I went a little after 2 PM, snow swirling in patches of blue. After wolfing down a sandwich, I topped out and turned on my devices consisting of an avalanche beacon & Spot-II GPS transmitter, the map GPS would stay off
After dropping into the basin a thousand feet and just over a mile in, there were the "Cabins". From a shanty made out of beer cans and tires to a 999 square foot enclave ( 1,000 foot limit ) made out of special Finnish wood costing bank. The weather got burly, just what I was hoping for, moody as hell with Ilford 400 and 3200 in a Hasselblad.
Then it got darker, my tripod came out, headlamp on, tunes on
.I was alone in spicy avi conditions and no one in sight. In the thick of the woods some 2,000 feet down from where I started, a light hit the corner in the dark trench of spruce. It was a suburban with the most amazing set of tank-like tracks I has ever seen. I introduced my self, said I was on assignment and needed to meet the folks up here. They obliged me a ride back up 1,200 feet to their cabin where I shot contextual photos of their posh digs and then departed in the darkness for the next pad...
This one was the tire / can affair buried in snow with a single candle lit. After my second knock on the door and an introduction, a voice said, "You sure are early". He thought it was morning, it was 6:30 PM. After two hours of great low light photography and conversation, I headed out into the wild...
Now it was scary, visibility was low, snow was blowing in from the 10 PM position across the snowmobile tracks. I knew I had to haul, drop my light low, keep my iPhone at the ready to swap out batteries if needed. After trudging back up to 11,212 feet at the top of the road, I saw wonderful festoons of snowy light streaking through the trees, I knew I was safe, inbounds...
But I saw great images of the back of the gondola building that needed my lens's attention. So another hour went by in making images in a side ways white out. After awhile, I saw the headlamp of a snowmobile turn and hit the lodge. I knew this was my chance to avoid a walk of 3,200 vertical feet and nearly 5 miles in a strong conditions. So I followed the tracks to the lower part of the lodge and found an Australian man who lived below the lodge as a caretaker. He let me in and we sat and chatted it up over a few brews for a spell, good fun. But at 11PM, it was time to hit it, he was giving me a ride down the steep World Cup course in that crazy weather. After seeing the strap safely secure my gear in a basket, I hop on. Seeing as this is not the usual big touring sled for the ski company, I have the option of either holding onto the rear of the basket in an awkward rearward reach or around the waist of the pilot. I opt for the latter which would prove to be *very* wise.
The course was freshly groomed with about 4 inches of packed pow. We hit speeds of 45-50 in the snowstorm and I am glad I have my amber Oakleys on can keep on the terrain ahead. But then it gets insane, we are juicing it in perfect leans in off camber and then it opens up into a gulch that has seen ski racers hit 90+, straight down in a perfect 1/4 pipe for over 1,500 vertical feet
SICK!!!
We are in perfect sync on leans, the speed is unfathomable. Once we hit bottom, my sled jockey tells me we hit 85 in the gulch
..WTF!
I just walked from this, 10 rolls of film to soup tomorrow, I think the editors will be very happy, I know I am
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Wow!