Monthly Archive for March, 2010

Run from the Hills

Sometimes we are just wrong. Yesterday, I stopped just below an area at Rogers Pass called the Mouse Trap. It is a natural regroup spot and decision point. The Mouse Trap is a giant terrain trap, affected by large avalanches.

In a discussion regarding conditions and whether to proceed or not, we heard a rumble. It got louder and louder, to the point where we made the initial motions to start running. The snow was pounding; the fog was thick. The rumbling stopped, but fog prevented our view up the Mouse Trap. We stayed put. Realistically, we were in a pretty safe spot.

It was obvious that conditions where shitty. Overnight 20-40 cm fell with really warm temperatures. The missing ingredient in my mind was wind. No wind, no avalanches. The wind was not blowing yet, at least that is what I thought. I was trying to justify how to walk through the Mouse Trap and up to the tree triangle below the Asulkan Hut. Make a few runs and slide home.

The cold front was upon us. It was snowing 3 or 4 cm per hour and the wind had picked up, at least in the alpine. We were below a very wind exposed place at Rogers Pass. The slopes above are subjected to heavy cross loading. The hour of the avalanches had come.

As we were getting ready to go home, the fog cleared out of the Mouse Trap, and a pile of debris blocked its upper entrance. A natural avalanche came down and ran across it. It didn’t have the momentum to run down the Mouse Trap. A ski run and avalanche path called the Ravens pulled out. The avalanche likely ran on a sun crust. It was a size 3.0 and put 3-5 m of debris in the creek.

Just as we started to leave another rumble started. It sounded like the path that we were adjacent to was coming down. We were already in a safe zone, but skied away instead of watching. We avoided the avalanche runouts on our ski out of the valley.

My assessment and judgment was off. I’m not sure if I would have skied up there or not, but I was certainly figuring out how I wanted to do it and not simply pulling the pin.

I’m not sure if this statement makes any sense to most people, but I’m glad this happened to me. I have a tendency to try and thread the needle, especially if conditions are poor. The problem with threading the needle is that, if you miss the eye, you pay.

How did you grow up?

I love this photo. This is the Idaho Falls park. Some punk kid surviving Mormonville by learning to ride concrete.

Oct 2009

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Ridgway Dave

There is a very good chance, the only person to skate this mini-ramp is in this photo. Few people love skateboarding as much as Dave. One of my favorite people of all time. Haven’t seen him in a few years. Ha.

Dave Phillips. Pivot to fakie on an atypical transtion. Classic.

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foolio

Sometimes we get fooled. Low angle avalanche. Surface Hoar.

Invert. 1990

Invert. Circa 1990. Rockford, IL.

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30 seconds in the Coast Range, BC.

Ah, a moment of silence. The roar of the Bell 212 had trailed off.  The only sounds were a few human voices that I was doing my best to ignore. Otherwise the solitude of the mountains on a blue bird day was providing silence. I only had a few seconds to take in the grand scale and complexity of the mountains close to the spine of British Columbia’s Coast Mountain range. I was standing on a mountain top located right on the border of TS’YL-OS Provincial Park near the Bridge Glacier. My few seconds alone came as Lee, my fellow guide, led the group away. I stood in silence. I got my moment that I was looking for.

I love the Coast Range. The Coast Range is such a vast place. It has it all: rain forests and fjords in the west, ice fields blanket its core, and deserts are the norm on its eastern flanks. For the most part, access is tough and expensive. Few people live there. Snowboard mountaineering trips are endless.

Places like this inspire me. Bridge Glacier, BC.

Zones like this are a dime a dozen in the southern Coast Range and are totally off the hook. If you plan it right, they are easily sled accessible. Then put the skins on.