High Pressure Journal Entry Sept. 15 2007

We woke for the second time to the sun, after a quick breakfest David, Petit, and I packed our daypacks and began to skin up the valley in search of our new project for the day. After a hour of skinned both David and I found two side by side couliours at the top of Cerro Castillo. We both figure that it was going to be an two to three hour ski and climb to get into the heart of this monster. I started breaking trail and David and Petit can up behind, after an hour I split from David and Petit, going up into my couliour. Once I was in the narrow walled couliour I realized that it didn't top out but rather turned a dog leg right and continued up for another 200 vetical feet. With another hour of hiking behind me, I reached the top, I was able to look out over the entire Cerro Castillo valley and into argentina. Simply amazing. I was a the highest piont of the trip so far. With the wind blowing I down climbed the rocky scree careful not to knock an rocking down on my gear and get them going down the couliour without me. Once I got to my gear I clicked into my skis and after a quick pee and Clif Gel Shot I was ready to ski this thing. I figured I was going to break it down into three small sections. The top shaded into the middle dog leg and then out into the open. As I began to disect the line with each turn, picking my way down the shade into the dog leg and into the heart of the couliour I could hear over my heart beats that my edges were getting down to the bed rock with each turn. This made me ski even fast, shooting for the opening, once in the open I was free to rip som GS turns down the fast tell I met up with Dave and Petit. Looking back up at it, seeing my turns in the snow, was perfection. A solo first descent and ascent. Skiing back to came with thought of the day and the thought of tonight's dinner and whiskey shot. Truely living the dream. Skiing in September in Patagonia amongest friends.