Even if it triggers an avalanche, the scale will not be too large.
But even a small powder snowboard sliding down is enough to create a small-scale shallow avalanche.
That size is large enough to bury a person.
The danger should not be underestimated.
He suppressed this information for the time being; the most important thing now was to get down there.
In the distance, from the direction of the machine room below the cable car, a muffled roar of a diesel engine carried on the wind.
A plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, only to be instantly dispersed by the wind.
The standby unit has started up.
A slight vibration came from the steel cable; it wasn't the swaying caused by the wind, but rather a rhythmic, steady pull.
The hanging chair moved.
It moves extremely slowly, less than half a meter per second.
The sound of metal pulleys rolling over steel cables mingled with the deep roar of a diesel engine.
It moved.
Emily sighed, but her hands remained on the crossbeam.
The wind is still picking up.
Every ten seconds or so, a strong gust of crosswind would push the hammock away significantly.
The safety bar's hinges engaged at their limit position, producing a sharp, metallic squeal.
Short screams came from other tourists in the hanging chairs behind them.
Su Wei used his body weight to stabilize the center of gravity of the hanging chair.
He pressed his feet firmly onto the pedals, tightened his thighs, and secured himself to the seat.
Before each major swing, he would predict the direction by listening to the wind and adjust his center of gravity in the opposite direction in advance.
Ten meters.
The altitude dropped from twenty meters to ten meters, and the texture of the snow surface became clearly visible.
Staff have laid out anti-slip mats on the platform.
A man wearing a red hat stood at the edge of the platform, waving a glow stick and signaling for people to slow down.
Five meters.
The soles of my boots could feel the cold air from the ground; coarse salt and anti-slip sand were scattered on the platform.
Three meters.
The swing chair slowed down again, moving almost inch by inch.
The safety bar popped open, and the latch clicked.
Su Wei's feet were firmly planted on the platform.
The rubber soles of his boots gripped the wooden plank, and his body landed steadily. The tension from hovering high in the air made his thigh muscles a little sore.
Emily landed right after her.
Her snow boots crunched over the anti-slip sand, her knees bent slightly, and then she straightened up.
"Hurry up! Don't linger on the platform!"
Staff members wearing red hats waved and pointed with glow sticks to the emergency evacuation route on the side.
Su Wei bent down and grabbed the snowplow pack, the thirty-pound weight pressing down on his left shoulder.
He lifted the carbon fiber tripod with his right hand, its legs swaying wildly in the wind.
Emily also pulled out two boards, the clanging of the metal buckles on the straps instantly carried away by the wind.
The two quickly walked down the evacuation stairs.
Thin ice formed on the wooden steps, requiring each step to be firmly planted; the handrail ropes on both sides of the steps were bent into horizontal lines by the wind.
At the rendezvous area at the foot of the mountain, more than twenty skiers who had come down had already gathered.
Some people were anxiously making phone calls, while others were squatting against the wall smoking.
Several staff members are counting the number of people.
Su Wei crouched down, laid the snowboard flat on the snow, and began to unlock the bindings.
The metal buckle was frozen stiff; he used his fingernail to pry it open from the gap.
His movements stopped as soon as his first foot was pulled out of the brace.
sound.
It wasn't the wind, the broadcast, or the noise of the crowd behind me.
It came from about seventy or eighty meters away on the right.
That was a pile of boulders on the edge of the powder snow area.
Several basalt rocks protruded from the snow, and the grooves between the rocks were covered by snow, their depths unknown.
A muffled thud.
Short, dull, with a rebound.
It sounded like a heavy object hitting a rock and then bouncing off.
It made only a single sound before being swallowed by the wind.
Su Wei raised his head, his gaze passing through the swirling snowflakes and locking onto the pile of rubble.
That area was not within the marked ski run and had no safety fences or warning flags.
The narrow gully between several giant rocks conceals its contents from the outside.
Emily also stopped what she was doing.
She straightened up, tilted her head, and looked in the same direction as Su Wei.
You heard it too?
Su Wei did not answer.
His right foot was still stuck in the brace, but his entire center of gravity had already shifted toward the pile of rubble.
The wind picked up again, and snowflakes pelted against my down jacket, the dense rustling sound drowning out everything else.
The area in the direction of the pile of rubble fell silent.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
Then, a second sound came.
It was weaker and more muffled than the first tone.
It wasn't a fall, it was a struggle.
It looked like something was stuck in a crevice in the rocks, struggling and hitting the rock wall.
Su Wei lowered his head and ripped open the buckle on his right foot brace.
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Su Wei raised his hand and pointed to the pile of rocks about seventy or eighty meters to his right.
"Two sounds over there."
He spoke briefly and concisely; the wind was too strong.
Emily followed his hand and looked in that direction; she recognized the area.
It's a basalt litter area outside the cable car station, without warning flags or fences.
The area is marked as undeveloped on the topographic map, which means that the depth of the gullies and the distribution of rocks beneath the snow are all unknown.
She threw down the Velcro strap in her hand and squatted down to untie her binding.
Go find a staff member.
Su Wei's words blocked her actions.
Emily stopped.
She looked up, the wind brushing her golden hair across her cheek, a hint of hesitation in her blue eyes.
"They need a stretcher over there, and maybe a neck brace too."
Su Wei's boots sank into the snow, shifting his weight towards the pile of rocks.
"You run over and inform them, I'll go check first, it'll be fastest if we split up."
"Besides, time is running out. Hesitating for even a second could be a waste of a life."
He didn't use any tone of discussion; this wasn't an order, but rather he presented the optimal solution directly to the table.