This whole week, I’ve been hemming and hawing about going for a Purcells 11’er or heading north to a couple sweet couloirs in the Bush River. Waiting to see what the weather did, snow accumulations, stability. Eventually, the wind convinced me I should go north. So I headed out after work, got stuff packed for an overnight or two and headed to the end of the plowed road in the Bush, then further on the sled.\u00a0 With the way the weather was looking, I was worried about the heat chasing me off what I wanted to ski, so I decided to head up Lyell Creek first to get to a line I’d have to bootpack all the way up. Overheads are easier to swallow with less sun. But the road heading up Lyell was super deep, untravelled and once you broke through the fresh pow the sled just submarined into the facets. After many stucks and much reefing on the sled and my back, I decided to can it, I wasn’t even at the first of the slidepaths that most likely had run to the road and they would be a huge time sink on shoveling on their own.\u00a0 So I turned around, and went back to set camp at the Bush River.<\/p>\n