FOr me it was a slow realization of what the potential danger really was.
Back in the late 80's when we started going out west, I was young and really didn't care, as I had the "it can't happen to me" stance.
But as time went by, and I got married and had kids, coupled with the fact that I got more educated on avalanches, and seeing peeps on here die from what seems as ever increasing events, I have scaled back the "hero pulls" to hills that are frankly pretty lame.
For me, the trip out west each year is more and more about meeting up with my good friends, being out in the mountains, and experiencing the outdoors.
My little boy is now 8. He asks me every year when he will be big enough to come out "west" with me. I keep telling him that once he can start his own sled, that is when I would start considering bringing him along. I figure he is about 4-5 years from that.........
Here is my fear. I get him hooked on the mountains, he does the young and stupid "hero pulls" on steep slopes, and he gets caught in a slide. I just don't think I could go on after that. So as he gets older, I will have to do some real soul searching "Do I really want him doing this?"
I really think part of the issue on the increasing frequency of these slides is two fold.
1. There are more and more people going out to the mountains that do not know what they are doing
2. Sled technology has gotten to the point, where only 10 years ago you would have struggled to get up a certain hill, now you can do it at 1/2 throttle. We are gettting higher and higher up the slopes where the hills are more fully loaded!
For me it just is not worth it anymore. I take all the precautions, beacon, probe, shovel, and we practice. But the days of blindly pulling impossively steep "hero pulls" are over.
I think this realization started several years ago when we were back in carrot basin and we ran across several guys sitting on their sleds. We stopped for a chat, and one of the guys told us they were there to recover his brothers sled after a deadly slide that took his life a few weeks earlier. We went with them to the site to lend a hand but could not find the sled. A few days later I ran across this same guy, and he told me that they found the sled 11 feet down. The look on that guys face that day will stay with me forever.
The realization was cemented after Animal died. A year before he died, he was staying with us in our cabin @ island park, then boom! he was taken.
I just don't ride the same anymore (Which is a good thing)...........
Whatever you do, don't get sucked in to a test of who's di(k is bigger and run up slopes that you know are questionable...........
Stay safe this year folks!!