With the dawn of a new day, we ventured forth, exploring the uncharted territory that lay before us. The allure of pristine snow beckoned, and we aimed to climb Mt Turnbull, despite the scarcity of ideal conditions. Accepting that we had to skip the steep wind stripped lines that towered above camp, we skied a handful of other unique lines, and our spirits soared.
Days melded together into a whirlwind of climbing, skiing, and exhaustion. From the first rays of sunrise until the vivid hues of sunset, we relentlessly climbed and skied to our hearts content. Each day brought new challenges and triumphs. The nights were brutally cold, crystals formed around our snuggled sleeping bags. The morning routine involved three people wrestling under torchlight to get into each ski boot, flex pattern cranked to 200.