By Sean Talbot S EE AVALANCHE P AGE 17 S EE COACH P AGE 17 the ridgeline. “OH S---” is all he said. I looked up and watched a giant half-mile crack rip across the face of the mountain. The snow, so solid before, was now turned into a deadly torrent ripping down the mountain. I began to swim and slammed my poles into the mountain staying upright soon enough to watch my friend, on his back sliding away in the dragon. Long spring days, fat storms and clear S EE POT P AGE 7 FEATURES OPINION