On Sunday a couple of friends and I went exploring in a local but rarely skied area. With enticing looking pillows rolling over onto a huge cliff band there's a good reason it barely gets any traffic. With no easily accessible vantage point to accurately scout lines trying to pick a way down feels very much a roll of the dice: you might luck out or you might end up stranded in no man's land wishing you had a rope. A week earlier Matt and James had spied one billy goating entrance that looked doable and so, armed with a couple of photos, we returned to check it out. Ever the optimist James dropped in first and soon shouted a reassuring "I think we might be able to find a safe way down...".

A couple drops, a traverse, and a bootpack later, we had a field of snowy goodness to ourselves:


Michael Hall