Climber Nick Vizzini/Facebook
What you don’t know can kill you
Twenty-nine-year-old Nick Vizzini had a passion for skiing.
He brought his ski passion north to Mount McKinley, the tallest mountain in North America, and it killed him.
On Tuesday, Vizzini became the second person to die on McKinley this year. Both of the dead men were skiers whose fascination with big mountain skiing flourished in the Pacific Northwest.
He died on McKinley while descending on skis toward the 11,000-foot camp with a loaded sled behind. A fall near Squirrel Point ending with his sliding off the West Buttress toward the Peters Glacier. No one has ever survived the drop from there to the river of ice 3,000 feet below.
Such avalanches make for great videos if a skier or snowboarder can stay atop them like Red Bull snowboarder Travis Rice did or outrun them as a Mount Washington snowboarder did.
Vizzini was not so lucky. The McKinley avalanche knocked him down, and he suffered fatal injuries as he was pounded down the slope to where the avalanche ended.
Two McKinley mountaineering rangers who witnessed the snow thundering down the gully for roughly 1,600 feet spotted the skier in the avalanche rubble after the snowslide stopped, but could do nothing to save him.
Vizzini was “found to be mostly buried in the debris,” the park service reported. “The rangers immediately began digging to establish an airway. CPR (cardiopulmonary resuscitation) was initiated but discontinued after 40 minutes due to traumatic injuries and no pulse.”
Vizzini was with an unidentified climbing partner, a snowboarder, when they triggered the avalanche. His partner was reported to have suffered only minor injuries.
The avalanche rubble in the Rescue Gully after Vizzini’s fall/NPS photo
The Rescue Gully has, in modern times, become a McKinley feature somewhat regularly used by both skiers and snowboarders. Mountain Trip, a well-known guide service, pioneered extreme skiing expeditions to the mountain in 2022.
“Sounds like a lot of fun, and I bet a lot of teams on snowshoes in Camp 3 are green with envy! What a treat. It is most likely in June to find good ski conditions on Denali. At Camp 3, earlier in the season (or anytime) it can be all blue ice and not skiable. It sounds like the team has found ideal conditions. They did not report (a) plan for today, but we will find out when they call in this evening.”
As reported there by Mountain Trip, the snow conditions in the Rescue Gully can be ideal. They can also be the opposite or anywhere between ideal and awful with considerable variation from day to day and month to month.
Obviously, there was new snow covering any ice and wind-hammered snow when Vizzini and his unidentified climbing companion jumped into the gully. Equally obvious is that the snow had not bonded well to whatever was beneath.
The duo’s training and experience in judging potential avalanche conditions is unknown.
Unlike Chiu, who lived much of his life online, Vizzini has a very small profile there. His Facebook page claimed he lived in Paradise, Washington, but there is no such community. There is only the well-known place called Paradise on the south side of Mount Rainier National Park 60 miles southeast of Seattle.
Vizzini appears to have been a graduate of the University of Washington and a member of the UW Climbing Club, but that has been hard to confirm. Calls to the club, apparent friends of Vizzini and his apparent employer have all gone unreturned.
On Facebook, however, Vizzini had described Stevens Pass, Wash., as his close-to-home ski area, and most who ski or snowboarder in that area – whether in the backcountry or at the Stevens Pass Resort – have some knowledge of avalanches.
It is unknown whether Vizzini took the class, but it appeared he had been preparing well for his McKinley climb.
In November, he went to the Facebook page of San Francisco Backcountry Skiers to ask for help in finding good areas for aerobic training on skis in the Lake Tahoe area.
“Curious if there’s a particular route folks do in South Lake Tahoe for fitness ski touring laps?” he asked there. “Open to anything; more elevation the better; no concerns about the quality of skiing down. Will be spending a bit of my winter down here and gotta get in that aerobic work.”
Aerobic fitness is vital to climbing McKinley’s West Buttress, which is an uphill grunt that involves pulling sleds heavily loaded with gear up the Kahiltna Glacier to the 14,000-foot camp where the real climbing to the summit begins.
Vizzini appeared to be both getting shape for that task and adjusting to altitude.
On May 8, he turned to the Facebook page of Colorado 14ers to ask for help with altitude acclimatization.
“My buddy and I will be out in Leadville for 2 weeks for the back half of May acclimatizing for an attempt at climbing/skiing Denali,” he wrote there. “Is it possible to access Mt Sherman via county route 2b at the moment or in the very near future (May 16)….We’re looking for the easiest ways to get at or above 14 (14,000 feet) before we head out to Alaska. Am open to any other contenders that won’t take too much out of us as we taper into the trip.”
Sadly, all that planning ended with his death. The mountains of Alaska are very unforgiving of mistakes in judgment, and judging avalanche potential is never an easy task. Snow, by its nature, accumulates in layers, like a layer cake.
The strength of the “filling,” for lack of a better word, between the layers is hard to tell without digging pits to examine the pack, and even then, the composition of the snowpack in one area might be significantly different from that not far away.
And with so many things in Alaska, the real danger is often tied to something you don’t know might kill you.

Hi Craig. Thank you for taking the time to look into Nick’s life and try to understand what he was about. I’m the snowboarder that was with him in the avalanche. The reports were actually slightly wrong – I didn’t even suffer minor injuries, I was completely unharmed. I saw a wave of snow rushing up at me which knocked me into a sitting position and that’s probably what saved my life. I was able to brace against my snowboard and slide heel-side the entire way down. I was buried up to my waist but unharmed. From Nick’s video footage, it looks like he was looking parallel to the slope and didn’t even see what hit him and so he probably didn’t stand much of a chance.
Nick and I had been training for Denali for a year and a half together and had been mountaineering together for years before that. We’d both been skiing since we were kids and had quite a bit of experience in the backcountry as well as in-bounds. We had skied many of the Cascade volcanoes and other peaks together, such as Adams, St. Helens, Shasta, and Shuksan. We both had avalanche training through AIARE, always checked the avalanche forecast and reevaluated our route based on how the snow looked and felt as the day progressed, and of course always traveled with a shovel, beacon, and probe. We’d had multiple trips where we turned back due to avalanche conditions being riskier than we had foreseen. We were hoping to get in a full ski descent of the Fuhrer Finger route on Rainier before heading to Denali and had made a few attempts but the conditions never quite lined up – we turned back once due to avalanche conditions that were out of our comfort zone and another two times due to crusts that seemed suboptimal for such a no-fall zone, though on the last attempt we did ski the lower half of the finger and it turned out to be quite enjoyable.
One of our best trips together was last November. We flew into central Mexico to climb Pico de Orizaba and we were able to ski from the summit in some surprisingly enjoyable conditions.
The trip on Denali was going great up to the avalanche. We got to 14 camp on day 6. On day 9 we went up the fixed lines and that day (10) we went up to just below 17. We were going to do one more acclimatization hike on day 12 and then shoot for a big summit push on day 14 (the weather looked optimal). I’m sure we could have done it – we spent so much time training for big days like that.
We had hoped that after summiting, we could rest a bit and then maybe climb and ski at least part of the Messner or the Orient if they were in good shape and we were still feeling up for it.
Sadly, of course, none of this happened. It had snowed a moderate amount a few days before (day 7 or 8 I believe), there were no high winds since, and we had expected the snow to be stable by day 10. We were both keeping an eye on the snow as we climbed up, both for avalanche purposes as well as assessment of skiability. I didn’t notice any obvious signs of high risk, certainly no cracking or whumpfing, and my quick “stomp” tests didn’t reveal a coherent slab chunking off as I found it sometimes would on more moderate risk days during many of our prior ski trips. Most of our experience had been in PNW snowpack however. We’d had multiple discussions about how the Alaska snowpack may behave differently, but no actual experience in Alaska before. Additionally, we did not end up digging a snow pit before starting our descent. I’m not sure if it would have revealed anything, but I wish we had at least tried it.
Probably half a dozen skiers had come down the route while we were climbing, many taking pretty fast and aggressive turns. A few even hopped a bergschrund which required a small drop onto the snow below. We didn’t notice any risky signs during any of this. When we finally started our descent, we followed the tracks of two skiers who had just gone by 20 minutes prior. I let Nick ski out ahead of me to maintain distance for avalanche safety purposes, as we always did. He stopped partway across the slope so that we could regroup and determine our next move and I started skiing over. But as I approached, I had to make a turn to get a bit lower. And that’s what ended up triggering the avalanche, in the worst possible location.
I won’t go into all that happened after that, because there’s absolutely nothing good to say. I’d rather end by recalling all the amazing times Nick and I shared together. I’m glad I had the opportunity to be his friend, his mountaineering partner, and to share in the pursuit of his dream.