
The snow has fractured and Mark is going down. Photo: Isaac kamink.
The first half second of Marks run was flawless. He was totally in the zone, committed and determined to putting a nice line down the Roth / Kallen on the N. Face of Mt. Fay. He stomped the five or eight foot drop into the 50 degree couloir and initiated a nice frontside turn across to dump speed and gain control. Then crack….. he was fucked.
The slope fractured, an avalanche 20-50cm deep, 15m wide running on ice. He was gone with the snow racing off. Not even a handful of seconds later a powder cloud billowed out from the couloir onto the glacial flats below. We couldn’t see the debris; the couloir kinks around a rock band. My first impression was he was dead or really mangled.
I yelled out and yelled out. I thought I could hear him, but given the intensity of the scene I figured that my mind was playing tricks on me and ,y two other partners. Cody quickly put me on belay, I lowered over the cornice and 25m down the couloir on adjacent hang fire. The avalanche took most of the snow off leaving hard and black alpine ice. In a reasonably good spot I untied from the rope and rode and side slipped as fast as I could. Falling at this point would be bad.

Low on the Roth / Kallen on Mt. Fay. Photo: Isaac Kamink
When the debris came into view, there was Mark walking around on the debris. Sigh…. I continued down mindful of the shrund. On the avalanche fan below the shrund, I fell and mellowly rag dolled a bit, not really giving a shit because I knew Mark was still kick’en.
I was pretty happy to find Mark looking for his googles completely uninjured. He took a 1000 ft ride down a couloir, at high speed over a small rock band, and was spit out on the surface. Nothing more than luck……..



