Tim and I skied up to Windy Pass via the road. We schmoozled around the lookers-right side of the forested rib that you see behind the open scrub, and got into the west side of the giant u-shaped bowl that is the northside of Silver Mtn.
Tim stomped up to the west ridge, and we gave up.....
The ridge was hammered by the wind and was nasty, nasty ice and windslab. So we ate a sandwich on the ridge, met again a dude from a lovely party earlier on in the day. The dude dropped in, and I then committed the first of my transgressions, actually it was the second, but time wouldn't tell in order.
So having skiied the whole bowl in about 3 glorious swoops, I realized I'd left my partner at the top with noone to dig him out should the snow slide. Oops. Sorry Tim, I was seduced wholly by the turns. I'll not do that again.
The snow was a creamy 4” on a soft crust, excellent. We zwooped back through the trees to Windy Pass, skinned over the nordic pass via the blue-diamond tree-plates, to Grand Junction and a somewhat flat (for a snowboarder) ski back to the car at Hyak. Where I discovered my second transgression. I never turned my beacon on!