I saw this message on our avy forecast during our big snow cycle during the holiday week:
An intentional cornice drop yesterday triggered a hard slab to the ground, 3' deep by 50', on a very steep, north facing slope at 10,000.
And that one came on the heels of this, a couple of days before:
reminded me of….blowing up mailboxes.
The feverish anticipation associated with the planning, the edginess of handling the “goods”, the wild few moments before detonation, and the unbelievable adrenaline rush of the final, glorious explosion is as addictive to a grown man as it is to a 17 year old making his bones.
It’s probably a good thing for society that the propensity to “blow things up” is generally suppressed as time marches along, but it’s also a good thing for some of us that slaying the white dragon of avalanches resurrects – and partially satiates – that long-suppressed desire under the auspices of endeavoring to make a slope “safe” (if indeed, as noted this past week, doing so doesn’t jeopardize other folks).
It’s no mailbox in the headlights of Dad’s Impala, but it’s a lot of fun.