We got to the top of the tram at 8:20am and started skinning up by 8:30am.
We stood on the  summit at 11:30am.

    

 The snow was hard in the south side. We had lunch and decided to drop into the gully around 12noon. 
There was a kid in the summit and his father was getting there by now. The kid told his father:
 “Look dady, these guys are going to ski the north face”. He sounded
very excited, like we were going to do something crazy. Apparently he was right. They pulled out 
the video camera and started recording. I dropped in
the steepest line from the very summit and made a right turn. The snow was very hard and had to 
bail to the skier’s right. Just at the entrance of the
gully from the not so steep side at the right. I decided to test it again and I cut
 across further right in the gully and the thing was completely
bullet proof, so I couldn't even traverse, I went strait down into the gully, for a long
 and accelerating dive. The kid and his father probably
got great footage. I hit a rock that made me spin around loosing all control. 
I was just flipping and turning around without 
sense of where was
up, down or left. I thought the rest of the gully was in the same icy conditions 
and I was going to go to the bottom. I took a lot 
of speed, was
just waiting for bones to start breaking but after a while, the snow softened and 
I started slowing down, while still flipping over.
 Both ski
binding released and I tried to put my arms in the now, and I think that accelerated my arrest.
 Which it eventually happened. One ski pole was
broken. I check for broken bones but had none, I couldn’t believe it.
  I lost my hat and my glasses,
and continue shaking for 15 minutes after the stop. After signaling and yelling to 
the guys that I was fine, I had some communications with them
for 15min. They talked about dropping there and here and what not, but I though they 
were not going to drop, as the conditions were bad. 



Stuart
nearly felt after me, but his karma was good enough to stop the fall.
 After some time, of no communication with them and no visual, I though they were
going to do the obvious, going back to the tram. I started going down the gully,
 as I knew the way was long ahead. 2000ft down the gully I found my
lost glasses. What the fuck, I thought. The snow was good hard pack at times, really hard other times.



 I was a bit nervous because of the fall, so I was very careful, never letting if go. 
At the end there was a good
stretch of corn, and I let if free. That was good. At the boulder, 
I finished rigging the rappels when Dan appeared around 2pm. 
The snow just
reached the boulder and there was none beyond. In fact the last 100m were just 
unskiable avalanche debris.



 We re-rig the rappel now with 2 ropes and rappelled, but the rope got stuck twice and had to do some inventions to
free it. So we started the descent at 4:30pm from the bottom of the boulder. 



We crossed over that ridge and made it to the other side just as it got dark. In the down climb,
 Stuart hold a dead branch while down
climbing a small cliff and told me. “I am going to hold this branch, but if it breaks I 
am in for a dive”. I told him “We will give you good medical
assistance if that happens”. And he took the dive, as the branch snapped. Luckily he was alright;
 it was a day for miracles. 



But we had to pay them later on with some penitence. Getting up to a ridge was out of the question
in the dark, so we just continue down the canyon. At this point Dan’s altimeter indicated 4500ft 
and something like 6pm. Our progress was slow,
partly because we had only three frontal lights for four. We had to do 3 more rappels in the dark,
 on waterfalls and boulder hopping with patches of
ice, spiced up with brutal bush walking or bush fighting, if you prefer. Remember, Eric? At 9pm we 
were at 4200ft and we were taking too many risks.
It became apparent that we were not going to make it any time soon to the car, which was at 800ft. 
The area looked comfy for a biby, so that is what
we did. And We froze our balls during the night. 

  

Next morning we didn’t oversleep and were moving as soon as we could see each other. I recognized
that ridge to the right that leads to the plateau and scouted it. It was the right way, so we went for 
it and in four more hours we were in the car.
Around 10am. Then Dan, stopped the log book.