Oh the butt-sliding was not to be believed. First of all, on our day, March 9, we were soaked and still the idea of sitting down onto wet snow was less than appealing. But given the steepness of the pitch, you really have no choice. Then it's just too fun to stop.
But stopping became next to impossible. Shooting out of the forest onto the slide was dangerous. The slide had little cover left and dragging poles wasn't doing the trick. Pushing down on the snow-shoe crampons would have sent us somersaulting and having kicked steps up the slide left indents which hoit careening down. Not for the faint hearted. It was great.
-Carl, 4258W