This skier buddy of mine was in Haines right before we got there. Actually he was flying back thru Seattle on Thursday night and we were leaving on Friday morning so I thought it would be good to meet him at the airport for a mellow beer. As I was talking to him about his trip and was about to hang up, I asked “hey chief, anything you wished you brought up there to Haines?” He was like “yea, I wish I had an Ava Lung. All the dudes I was with and all the guides have them. If you get buried, then it lets you breath under the snow pack for up to an hour.” That shit freaked me out pretty bad and I then spent Thursday evening running from one REI to another trying to find one.
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