I was looking back through some of Noy's photos from his Alaska trip and it really makes me homesick.
After growing up in BFE West Texas, I got out of high school and moved to Alaska. First Haines then Anchorage. I lived there for 10 years of heavenly backcountry. Endless pow.
Never did the whirlybird thing, just slogged it up. Didn't even have the money for proper equipment. Just a cheap board, my firefighter boots, a used green cotton Army jumpsuit, and a 3-foot-long fluorescent touque. Eventually saved up for a Burton Split 66 with skins.
4-5 runs a day. 5 minute walk from my Anchorage house to the base of the Chugach State Park where Noy's photos were taken. Less than that from my Haines apartment to the mountain in this photo.
Not much use for the avalanche beacon or for partners. Backcountry was a solitary experience for this young'n. No Huck'n and Jive'n neither. Just long lazy runs with laid back turns. Real Zen like ya see.
Broke a binding on this hill once. Ever do a 3000 ft Alaskan run, in deep pow, with just a front binding?
HB a little advice if you take up backcountry. When you get to the base of the hill, always dig a hole in the snow and bury a 6 pack, or a 5th of Wild Turkey, or hell even one of Zip's six inch long doobers. When you are almost to the top of the run and the whumpin starts you can think about that sweet nectar at the bottom of the hill just a callin your name. Turn around and get out safely knowing that the run will still be there on your next golden weekend and you will still be alive to enjoy it.
(I can't take credit for the photo, but it is a great shot of both my backyard and my front yard in Haines. The front yard was a great place to SCUBA in the winter, and the backyard... well that is the whole point of this post.)
-pod
p.s. Will pay GOOD money for a Sims Fakie 158 circa 1994 black with gold flames at either end. For sentimental reasons.