Just got back from a week in Myoko, Japan. I wanted to share an near-SIS (Snow Immersion Suffocation) experience I had as much as a way for me to process it and hopefully find it beneficial for others.
It was the last day of my stay and the snow conditions had been variable all week. It rained the Sunday of our arrival, which settled all of the beautiful powder. The next few days were a mix of spring conditions, dust on crust and hard pack. Still I had a great time being in a new environment and made the best of it. The last few days it started snowing again, not enough to cover all of the underlying hard pack but boot high powder made for some fun skiing. Finally, the night before our last day it started dumping. The next morning brought 2+ feet of powder. I had 2 hours of ski time before I would start the trip back to Tokyo for the flight home. So with a combination of pent up powder hunger and limited time I hit it as hard as I could. I was skiing a low angle run and the side trees. Midway through the run my skiing buddy cut into a gully. I took a look but kept to the run and met him at the exit. It looked good and I decided to hit the gully on our next run.
So on the next run I followed my buddy through the trees and hit the gully. He was ahead of me and hit the gully first. By the time I reached the entrance it was partially blocked by some skiers that were scoping out the gully before hitting it (very smart). I veered right to enter, must have crossed my tips and fell head first into the side of the gully that was still untouched. I must have had my mouth open as I fell and swallowed a bunch of snow and started choking. I tried to spit out the snow. It seemed like as I cleared my throat more snow kept coming in. I couldn't kick my skis free. At the point just before panic started to set in I was able to talk myself into calming down. With one free hand I waved my pole as a signal for help. Luckily one of the skiers at the entrance saw me an came down immediately. He cleared the space around my face so I could breathe. I got all of the snow out of my mouth and was able catch my breath. He then cleared some snow so I could kick out my ski. After making sure I was alright and giving him profuse thanks he took off. I collected myself and made my down the rest of the gully.
Going over this there are some lessons learned that hopefully will help me in the future. Not surprisingly all of them are posted at http://www.deepsnowsafety.org/index.php. First, once I saw that the entrance to the gully was partially blocked I should have slowed down or better yet stopped to scope out the situation. I was just too hyped up to stop and assess the situation. I should have been skiing more conservatively. Once I did fall my first reaction was 'oh s**t' which of course meant my mouth was open. I need to practice keeping my big mouth shut when skiing the deep and breathe through my nose. Also need to practice using an arm to create a barrier in front of my mouth to keep snow out. While the obvious is not to fall head first, I usually don't have a choice in how I've screwed up to cause a fall. I was very lucky that there was someone above me to come to my aid. My buddies were waiting at the bottom of the lift waiting for me. deepsnowsafety.org talks about this. Being just barely off-piste gave a false sense of security that we didn't need to stay within visible range of each other.
It was the last day of my stay and the snow conditions had been variable all week. It rained the Sunday of our arrival, which settled all of the beautiful powder. The next few days were a mix of spring conditions, dust on crust and hard pack. Still I had a great time being in a new environment and made the best of it. The last few days it started snowing again, not enough to cover all of the underlying hard pack but boot high powder made for some fun skiing. Finally, the night before our last day it started dumping. The next morning brought 2+ feet of powder. I had 2 hours of ski time before I would start the trip back to Tokyo for the flight home. So with a combination of pent up powder hunger and limited time I hit it as hard as I could. I was skiing a low angle run and the side trees. Midway through the run my skiing buddy cut into a gully. I took a look but kept to the run and met him at the exit. It looked good and I decided to hit the gully on our next run.
So on the next run I followed my buddy through the trees and hit the gully. He was ahead of me and hit the gully first. By the time I reached the entrance it was partially blocked by some skiers that were scoping out the gully before hitting it (very smart). I veered right to enter, must have crossed my tips and fell head first into the side of the gully that was still untouched. I must have had my mouth open as I fell and swallowed a bunch of snow and started choking. I tried to spit out the snow. It seemed like as I cleared my throat more snow kept coming in. I couldn't kick my skis free. At the point just before panic started to set in I was able to talk myself into calming down. With one free hand I waved my pole as a signal for help. Luckily one of the skiers at the entrance saw me an came down immediately. He cleared the space around my face so I could breathe. I got all of the snow out of my mouth and was able catch my breath. He then cleared some snow so I could kick out my ski. After making sure I was alright and giving him profuse thanks he took off. I collected myself and made my down the rest of the gully.
Going over this there are some lessons learned that hopefully will help me in the future. Not surprisingly all of them are posted at http://www.deepsnowsafety.org/index.php. First, once I saw that the entrance to the gully was partially blocked I should have slowed down or better yet stopped to scope out the situation. I was just too hyped up to stop and assess the situation. I should have been skiing more conservatively. Once I did fall my first reaction was 'oh s**t' which of course meant my mouth was open. I need to practice keeping my big mouth shut when skiing the deep and breathe through my nose. Also need to practice using an arm to create a barrier in front of my mouth to keep snow out. While the obvious is not to fall head first, I usually don't have a choice in how I've screwed up to cause a fall. I was very lucky that there was someone above me to come to my aid. My buddies were waiting at the bottom of the lift waiting for me. deepsnowsafety.org talks about this. Being just barely off-piste gave a false sense of security that we didn't need to stay within visible range of each other.