I have been ski touring for three seasons now. Every outing has been within 35 minutes of my house, with the exception of one. By the third week in February, we, in the Wasatch, were in the midst of an epic season. We were not the only ones having an stellar year. Much of the west was getting buried on a regular basis, and this included southern Utah.
My co-worker Zach approached me early in the week with a proposition of skiing near Cedar Breaks National Monument (not far from Bryce Canyon, but higher elevation). Skiing the red rocks and hoodoos of southern Utah. I was hesitant at first. We would be outside the safety net of the Utah Avalanche Center’s impeccable daily forecasts. Over the next couple of days, though, I became confident that we could do it safely, and it was also clear that this would be a truly unforgettable and unique experience.