From mid mountain we started by riding Bochard to the top of the on pistes area. The clouds were low and moving in and out so visibility was spotty opening up at times and socked in at others. There were poles marking the way down but since we were way above the tree line the whole area was open for us to explore. We rode Herse lifts and then Bochard again. After lunch we made our way over to ski the glades (which were steep and icy) and rode the Retour Pendant and Plan Rojoun. It was a long day and we were a bit jet lagged but we decided to ride the Grands Montets tram to the top. Standing in line we met John from Tahoe and Patrick from London. Both gave us great information on the trails, terrain and options for heading down. After disembarking we trekked up to the top turret to see what we could given the cloud cover. We watched two guys a bit older than us jump the railing to walk a service trail to some very steep snow. It was mind blowing that there really were not any rules. Ski or ride what ever snow you could find. Going up we thought that if it looked too challenging we could just tram back down but after checking it out we decided to ride it down and cut across under the tram back down to Pylones area and down to the mid mountain lodge. From there we made our way down the Pierre a Ric to the lower mountain tram station and called it a day. Since Après-ski was invented in France we need to embrace where we were and grab a beer. We ran into Patrick and John at the bar and shared some stories. We told Patrick about our guide and he was in for joining in and sharing the cost.
Slept like a rock with the window to keep thing cool and woke up refreshed and ready to take on the day. This was my first trip to Europe where I really did not have jet lag. I attribute it to all the fresh air, staying hydrated and very physical activity of blasting down the mountain again and again. Breakfast at the hotel… On Monday I tried to make a soft boiled egg but at our high altitude it took a bit longer. So my try took a bit longer but the egg came out much better. We also enjoyed strong coffee, flaky croissants, juice, fresh fruit and toast and jam. Ben arrived at 8:30. It had been snowing from evening into the morning and there was a fresh coat of snow on the ground. Ben informed us that is was not a good day to do the Vallée Blanche from the top of the Aiguille du Midi and that he would give us two half days for the price of a full day.
Today would be our day to ride the Glacier d’Argentière. Ben set us up with harnesses and avalanche beacons and we rode to the top of Les Grand Montets. From the top we rode down Point de Vue for our first run. For our second run he took us over to the edge of the Glacier d’Argentière and then for our third run we traversed over and rode down on the top of the Glacier d’Argentière. This was my first true mountaineering off trail back county riding. We were cutting fresh track in tons of light high mountain powder. It was like surfing on my board. I just leaned back and took it all in. It is almost impossible to put into words the magnitude of the mountain. It was like nothing I had every rode. The scale was 100x even the biggest bowl I’ve ridden in UT, CO or BC.
After lunch we cruised down into Argentiere and dropped off our gear. It had been two days with no break for a shot at Vallée Blanche so we decided to head down to Chamonix to ride the tram up to the top of Aiguille du Midi just to make sure we hit it as part of the trip. From the top we had a intermittent views of the valley below and some of the peeks at what felt like standing on the top of the world. We were at 3,842m (12,605 feet). To give some perspective the top of Mt. Hood is 3,429 m (11,249 feet). It still holds the record as the highest vertical ascent cable car in the world. And we were standing at the summit 1,356 feet higher than the top of Mt. Hood. We felt it. The air was very thin and the temperature very cold. We explored the top station taking in views of Swiss, French and Italian Alps. Alas we did not get a glimpse of Mont Blanc but we were totally pumped hoping for a break in the weather and the chance to ride from there into the Vallée Blanche. After another epic day we made our way down into the valley and back to the hotel for dinner and a relaxing evening of hope and anticipate for what tomorrow would bring with a break in the weather.
There was a bluff at the end of the arête where we could gear up and begin to ride the glacier. The snow was soft, dry and the route so wide that fresh powder was ensure for every turn. We were at the beginning of a single ski run that was ~15km and would have us descend ~5k vertical feet over the next three hours. We rode between crags of jagged rocks reaching into the heavens and exposed shelfs of deep blue ice thousands of years old stoping frequently to breath the air, feel the sun on our face and be simply amazed by the enormity of it all. Looking at the many photos I took I see the color, texture and delight on our faces but they do not do justice to the scale. I only took a few shots that give a an idea of the scale by showing skiers that looks like specks of dust on billowing pillows of velvet smooth white snow. We rode from glacier to glacier starting with Glacier Du Geant Valle Blance, then down to Salle a Manger, and ending on the Mer De Glace.
The route at the end of the Vallee Blanche really favors the skiers as it has a long flat run out which was a little tricky on my snowboarder but with fresh wax and some initial speed I was able to keep moving. On the Mer De Glace Ben took us down into a power filled crevice that seemed about 20 feet deep that allowed for a few well spaced out blind turns that ended with a small climb back up on to the glacier.
We hiked up the 300 stairs to the Gondola. This was probably the most physically exhausted I’ve been the whole week. I had to stop more than a few times to catch my breath. At the top of the Gondola we “discovered” a bar at the train station and enjoyed a pint to celebrate our epic run and wait for the train to haul us down to the Chamonix valley floor.
After dinner and shopping we made our way to Cite Centre to see St. Pierre Cathedral and a few other historic buildings. It was very late at that point be we were still pumped from our amazing day and in a mood to celebrate. We found a little bar off the Place de Bourg-de-Four and shared a pint. The bar tender did not speak any english and we only knew enough French to order, pay and say thanks for the beer, but that did not stop us from sharing a few shots of Jägermeister including one with the bartender. We learned that Jäger-bomb is the same in all languages.
CJ and I seem to have gotten into a routine. It is kind of funny. We did not really know each other that well in college. Mostly hung out through friends of friends. But during the past three years we have shared a common passion for getting a great group together to conquer a few mountains and fine champagne powder to shred on our snowboards. It started out with a small group at Lake Tahoe, went big at Whistler last year and this year took us to the best skiing and boarding that Utah has to offer.
VERY early on a clam Saturday morning four bleary eyed power hounds and snow bunnies met at PDX for the quick flight to SLC. We were joining by one more and were off in our mega van for a half day at Park City. Later that day five others from more remote corners of the states arrived and the group was complete. The ten of us stayed at a great place between Park City and Canyons complete with big screen to get pumped on epic ski porn, a big garage for our gear and most important a hug hot tub to chill out in with a cold beer after a long day on the mountain.
Day two took all ten of us to Snowbird for a WONDERFUL blue bird day complete with fresh-ish powder. It had dumped a few days earlier and they had been slowly opening up part of the mountain post avalanche control. Day three was spend glad skiing and boarding among the shadowed trees of Canyons. Day for was Alta for the skiers with CJ and I heading back to board friendly Snowbird.
We all left Wednesday with a touch of sunburn and tons of great memories of sunny mountain days and relaxing evenings with distance friends. Thanks to all those who joining in the adventure. Check out all the great photos!
I feel like I’ve lived a very charmed life with every year better than the previous. I’ve got a great group of friends that love to do the same things that I love and support me as I go off on all kinds of crazy adventures and projects. I’ve got a great job that challenges me in new ways all the time and rewards me when I accomplish my goals. I’ve got a great family that provided me with a solid perspective on the world. And most of all I have an amazing wife who love me unconditionally!
For my birthday milestone this year my wife organized an EPIC party complete with dancing, games, great food (apple pie of course), local beer and dozens of our great friends who showed up dressed in black & white prepared to Party Down. The big hit of the party was the photo booth compete with props that brought out the sparkle of everyone who got in front of the lens (SEE ALL THE PHOTOS!). Every time I look at the pictures I recall the amazing party but most of all I smile at the silly expressions and high energy that everyone put into each shot. We also posted a few non-photo booth snap shots for you to enjoy.
Forty is not what I expected it to be. Not sure what I was expecting but I do know that I’m pretty much in the best shape I’ve ever been in and feel like I’m up for anything that life throws my way. I’ve always had a pretty good sense that time is the scarcest resource we all have and the secret to happiness is using that time to the best of your ability to ensure that each experience is worthwhile and you make sure that you bring along a few friends to share the adventure. Life is short and it definitely feels like time is passing faster and faster, but the stories I can tell keep getting better and better.
Thank you to all my friends for being a part of my life and enjoying the adventure together.
Spent this past Sunday shredding Mt. Hood Meadows with Cynthia and Csaba. It was my third time out this season and a perfect day for cruising the groomers. It was also Demo Day with great toys to try out and not a lot of people on the Mountain to compete for sweet gear.
I opted out of riding a new board since I LOVE my newest toy; the Jones Flagship 168w. It holds an edge better than any board I’ve ridden and is very stable ripping down the mountain in all kinds of condition. I’m looking forward to a great season. Let me know if your heading up over any weekend. Chances are that I’ll be up there too!
Saturday was our eleventh annual picking and pie baking adventure. We returned again to Kiyokawa Family Orchards to find ripe Jonagolds, Honeycrisp, Elstar, Granny Smith and many more varieties ready for the picking. After bagging just the right mix we returned to Riverdell to bake and enjoy six wonderful pies. Thanks to all who joined in the adventure and pitched in to peel, core, slice, mix, roll and bake. Looking forward to seeing you all again next year.
If you asked me a two years ago if I would consider myself passionate about running I would have laughed and respond with stories about my passions for cycling, skiing, boarding, fishing, eating and most of all having adventures with friends. So it is pretty startling to say now that I have run three relays this summer.
A Cross Country Relay is a team of 12 people running in sequence for about 200 mile with 6 people in 2 van running 3 segments of 3-7 mile per leg over 36 legs.
It all started in late December 2009 with Josh asking me to join his Cascade Lakes relay guys team, “The Bast Fastards” for the July 2010 run. I had never run more than 3-4 miles prior to that did not consider myself a runner but I trained . I was ready in July and ran my legs three legs of 7, 5, 3.1 miles with no injury and no walking. It was a very rewarding experience and I was psyched to do it again the following year. I wrote a post about it last year.
For 2011 The Bast Fastards decided to get together again but for a different relay. We selected the Ragnar which runs 190 miles from Blaine, WA (at the Canadian Boarder) to Whidbey Island, WA (near Seattle) on July 22nd (288 teams). I was runner 4 (5.4, 4.1 & 2.9). We stated at 9:00AM finished in 25:35:25. Check out the photos.
- Highlights: Was able to watch sun rise and sun set. Amazing view of the Washington coast. Lots of small towns so easy to get food/drink/cell coverage/gas. Cheep beer at end. Great signage with “1 mile to go” near the end of each leg. Friendly volunteers and staff. Sweet iPhone app that syncs between vans and estimates handoff times. Plenty of space to pull over and support your runner. Showers after third handoff.
- Challengs: traffic lights and a few trains cause runner to wait
As we were planning for Ragnar a few of us remembered how exciting the Cascade Lakes Relay was and wanted to do it again. I was up for it and my lovely wife was happy to volunteer. The Cascade Lake Relay (160 teams) was on Aug 5th and ran 216.6 miles from Diamond Lake to Bend, Oregon. I was runner 8 (3.9, 3.1 & 4.0). We stated at 6:45AM and finished in 32:29:19. Photos from Ragnar.
- Highlights: Since I had done it before I knew the course. Lots of space between runners and to pull off to support runners. Other teams were very friendly. Amazing views of Mt. Bachelor. Sleeping in La Pine high school gym on cots.
- Challenges: Huge temperature swings (90-50) at high altitude, misquotes and fly, my third leg was 900ft up hill over 4 miles (had to walk a little).
AND I was also invited to run the Hood to Coast 200 mile relay from the top of Mt. Hood at Timberline Lodge to Seaside, Oregon on August 26 (1,250 teams). I was runner 3 (3.9, 7.25, 5.8). We started at 8:15AM and finished in 27:24:13. Photos from Hood to Coast.
- Highlights: Great team of folks, The Mother of all Relays (on the bucket list), close to home for showers and rest, surprised to have two running buddies starting at same time and running the same legs
- Challenges:21,000 runners (3,000 more than last year), 2,500 vans on the road, finding a safe place to sleep in coastal mountains, $6 pints at finish line, no music while running, There were so many people running that it caused huge traffic delays where sometimes runners got to the hand off faster than their team. So many people complained the relay organizers admitted to allowing too many people in the relay. Local news covered it.
Thought on the relay and things to remember for next year.
- Pack light: 1 set of street clothes, 3 running outfits, 2 pair of running shoes, towel, sleeping bag, air mattress, pillow, sweatshirt/track pants, bug spray, sun screen, baby wipes.
- Water: One person should bring cooler, ice and 2 cases of water for the van.
- Food: Each person covers their own food, no need to bring extra. Only bring what you would normally eat over 24 hours plus one bag of chips and an energy bar or two. Plan to stop between van handoffs for a real meal.
- Van: Being in Van 1 is better than Van 2. Done sooner, run in cooler hours and able to sleep over 2-3am time slot.
Since we now own a place in Hood River, OR it is time to get to know the river its self. I spent Saturday with Mike exploring many great fly fishing spots along the Hood River. Mike knows the river like the back of his hand so the day was focused on learning the water, key access points and unique regulations.
We started out at 5:00AM parking less than a mile out of town and hiking down to the west side of the river and walking the old 14′ diameter water pipe that carried water a mile from the dam to the power station. The power plant and dam were built in 1923 and the power plant stopped power production in 2006. The dam was finally removed in 2010. There are a few spots along the pipe where you can climb down and access the river. It was great to get an elevated view of the river for almost a full mile. We stared out shooting a roll cast in a swing pattern with a sinking line and an articulated black and red steel head fly
We then stopped at Tucker Park. There were some great riffle that had slower water to the fringe with some large boulder. I had a few hookup but did not manage to land any steelhead. The goal of the day was to learn the water and then go back to the best spots and work on my technique. Here we switched to nymphying with an inline drop set up using two egg patterns.
We coved A LOT of ground in one day stopping many times to get out of the truck and hike in and out. I’d say that we only cast a line at about half of some amazing spots. Call it research. You can check out a few of the photos I’ve uploaded.
At about noon we called it a day and headed back into town to enjoy a pint at Full Sail brewery then I walked down to the mouth of the Hood River and caught up with some friends. The Columbia River was FULL of kite boarders and wind surfers. There was a wind surfer race going on with about 25 or so colorful sails zooming from buoy to buoy. About half the kite boarders where out and the other half getting ready for the 2:00 magic hour when the wind is at it’s best. All in all I’d say that there were over 100 people on the beach and in the water. Hood River really is an amazing place.