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Published
in Snow News, January 2003
Skier
of the impossible
William Ham Bevan profiles Patrick Vallençant, one of the
founding fathers of extreme skiing
THE French pioneers of extreme skiing had a simple definition of
their sport: si tu tombes, tu meurs if you fall, you die.
Their margin for error was zero, the terrain they skied impossibly
steep, and their level of control verged on the supernatural. Among
their number were Sylvain Saudan, Jean-Marc Boivin, Bruno Gouvy,
and the most flamboyant of them all, Patrick Vallençant.
Born in Lyon in 1946, Patrick first gained fame on the wild, unforgiving
terrain in the high mountain ranges around Chamonix. There he notched
up a breathtaking number of premieres first descents
of slopes that had never been considered skiable. These included
the Couturier couloir at lAiguille Verte, the Peuterey ridge
at Mont Blanc, and the Y couloir at the Argentiere Aiguille with
his wife Marie-Jo.
In 1978, he went out to the Peruvian Andes to tackle some of South
Americas most spectacular territory, frequently tackling couloirs
of more than 50 degrees in steepness and barely three metres in
width. A film called El Gringo Skiador was dedicated to Patrick,
and this was to become one of his many nicknames. He certainly looked
the part of the mountain man, with his trademark beard, and a penchant
soon much imitated on the slopes of Chamonix and Val dIsere
for long, trailing headscarves.
His brand of extreme skiing had little in common with the exploits
of the American cliff-jumpers of the late Eighties and
Nineties. Even now, purists maintain this new generation are no
more than stuntmen beside the technical expertise of the French,
nearly all of whom were expert climbers alpinistes
with an instinctive understanding of high-mountain terrain.
Patricks friend and mountaineering partner Anselme Baud explains:
As soon as we started, we wanted our extreme skiing to be
in the context of autonomous alpinism. Therefore, helicopters were
excluded.
"The climbing technique and the extreme skiing descent were
not separable for us. Whatever could be climbed up with crampons
should be descended on skis. For us, extreme skiing was just a form
of alpinism. The spirit was the same; only the technique was different.
As his name became known throughout the world, Patrick opened a
school for off-piste skiing in Argentière. At first, his
uncompromising style of tuition did not go down well with some of
the locals. Longer-established instructors were openly resentful
at the exuberant outsider showing up, pushing a highly individual
style and vision. A lot of noses were put out of joint.
In 1983, Patrick branched out into skiwear, launching the first
Degre 7 range. He worked tirelessly on the project, for a while
camping out on the floor of the factory where the clothing was produced,
in Bourg de Peage.
The functionality that Patrick built in to every piece of Degre
7 skiwear revolutionised mountain clothing based as it was
in his own alpine experience. He said: One must have gone
through a lot of snow storms, walked under the sun of the white
desert, gone across ice-cold mountain streams, bivouaced in the
middle of a vertical rock face, skied in minus 30 degrees, to understand
the needs of those who turn sport into an adventure.
Patrick sold Degre 7 in 1988, having nurtured it into a renowned
international brand. He moved to Millau, in the Aveyron region of
France. Here he hoped to turn his energies to revitalising the local
economy and supporting traditional local crafts, such as leatherwork.
This was never to happen. On March 28, 1989, he was abseiling from
the top of La Beaume Rouge, a cliff not far from his home town,
when a defective carabiner failed. Patrick fell 30 metres and died
instantly. Reports of the accident did not miss the grim irony that
a man known as the Skier of the Impossible was killed while climbing
well within his abilities.
A further tragedy followed within the year, as Marie-Jo, Patricks
wife and companion on many descents, was killed while taking part
in a reverse bungy leap. Elasticated ropes meant to
shoot her into the air were mistakenly calibrated for a 80kg man,
propelling her at horrifying speed into the dolly of a crane.
Patrick Vallençants death sent shockwaves throughout
the skiing world; many spoke of how his boundless energy had inspired
them to push themselves further, and discover reserves of ability
that had not known existed.
Anselme Baud summed up the feelings of many in his tribute: Patrick
was a man relentless about work, about physical performance, and
about technical perfection: a whole man, ready to sacrifice everything
to reach his goals. With Patrick, in the mountain or in town, it
was full-on all the time. He did not know the middle way.
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