
How good were the Police? Before Sting became the British Michael Bolton of course.
Admit it, you used to dress up in tight red leather pants with a cut-off Synchronicity tshirt and lip sync to Every Breath You Take after school every day. Right? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller? OK then, maybe it was just me. Whoops, lost my train of thought there for a minute. You know, one of the first things I learned storming the beaches of Normandy as part of the
2nd Armored Division was to not bunch up. If one of those
krauts Germans threw a potato masher at your position and

you were playing grab ass with one of your fellow privates behind a metal hedgehog, you were as good as dead. And I tell you, maybe I was just playing BF1942 on my PC but that lesson stuck. And it also serves me well in the backcountry. In fact, the hardcore folk at WildSnow were discussing this very fact. No not grab ass, bunching up in the backcountry. Now these boys may not have been bloodied on Utah beach like me or attainted Master Gunnery Sergeant level, but I'll defer to their intimate knowledge of avalanche safety in the backcountry. When they talk, I listen:
Yesterday’s death of two snowmobilers near Cameron Pass is particularly disturbing, as SEVEN sledders were caught at once! Reports say a few of them had transceivers. Big deal. If the snowmobilers had been exposing one person at a time to hazard, only one would have been caught. He might have been rescued quickly and lived.
It’s a pet peeve of mine regarding avalanche safety: Over and over again I observe both snowmobilers and skiers grouping up in the backcountry when they should spread out because of avalanche hazard. If there is any thread in this winter’s accidents, violating the one-at-a-time rule is it. The snowmobilers did it. The kids near Kelso Mountain did it, the snowshoers in Utah did it. What is going on here?!
Read the post and the comments here. And remember, Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light.