Bachelor to Bend

This weekend I headed to Bend with Chris Holm, Tiffany Gregg and Brent for some mountain biking on the dry east side of the Sisters Range of the Cascades.  Weather for Corvallis looked shitty so we decided to over the Cascades where the clouds can't reach.  We ended up staying overnight in a "Day-Use" parking area of one of the
Cascade lakes (I think "Flagstaff" was the one).  On the way to Bend Chris and I stopped in at REI for some maps and for me to quickly try on a pair of Asolo boots I'd like to purchase soon for my CTD hike in August.  We then got some dinner at a Red Robbin (gotta love that fried egg on top of the burger). 
    I bought some wood and we stopped at safeway for some booze and snacks for biking the next day.  We had a great fire going by 10:30pm and after drinking the 6-pack I was out by about 1am.  I apparently had a dream about Fragle Rock because I mentioned it in my sleep along with Gonzo... what was I thinkin'..?   
    In the morning we got up to learn we would have to wait 3 more hours as Brent's friend Dan and his girlfriend Lori drove up from Salem so we could shuttle cars to the
end of the very long downhill ride.  While Chris and Brent shuttled cars Tiffany and I waited in a snow-park parking lot underneath Mt. Bachelor in the sun.  We met some nice old folks collecting butterflies in a nearby field and it brought back memories of my youth (minus all the wrinkles). 
    When they all returned and we started the ride it was a great day.  We got a little lost at first but then we found our way.  For the most part the ride was downhill but on the flat sections I found I was no match for the group of professional bikers  My usual method of standing up out of my seat to peddle up hills using my climbing legs failed because of all the loose sand and dust on the trail providing no grip without weight (sitting down) on the back tire.  On the downhills I kept up just fine but felt a little wobbly (hopefully from my lack of clipless pedals and not my head trauma).  Our trip down lasted 4 hours and was about 24 miles long of sick downhill single track. 
We went through one section named "whoops" because it was just mounds of dirt pilled up for tricks and stuff.  At the end parking lot was also a freeride trail with double-ups and everything that I got to check out while they shuttled the cars again.
    It was a beautiful day in the sun with good people and I can't wait to head back to that area to explore all the other trails.  Tiffany and Chris are always a riot to hang out with.  And as you can see from the last photo... we all got pretty dirty...

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Beavers Do it Again!

Just a quick post to say Go BEAVERS!!!!!  Today the Beavers won the World Series of College Baseball in Omaha for the 2nd straight year in a row!!!! 

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Head Trauma

So, after 3 years without any injuries I decided to give myself one mountain biking.  The first picture my buddy Mac Bar took of me in the hospital room when I got to the ER.  The next one is when I got home from the ER 6 hours later and the final one is
me a week and half later.  This all occurred because I decided I wanted to break a small tree in half with my face while mountain biking....  When my buddy Mac came upon me he said I was lying face down in a pool of blood unresponsive.  I came to a few minutes later but I don't remember a thing until I was in the hospital room getting sewn up.  I asked the doctor how bad it was and he flipped a mirror so I could
see... pretty bad.  30+ stitches in my head to get my eyebrow back in place and in my lip to hold it together.  I also have some pretty deep wounds on my hands and knuckles that will have scars.  I was told that in the first cat scan they thought I had
bleeding in my brain but 5 hours later I looked ok so they let me go.  I lost about a liter of blood and was told I'd have horrible headaches for a week.  I actually felt no pain since I left the hospital and only took a couple asprin for a canchor sore that was in my mouth before the accident... Anyway, while my mom was here visiting me I healed up quick and am pretty much back to how I looked before with a slight scar down the front of my head.  Like I always say... if you have no scars or broken bones you aren't living life hard enough!

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Mt. Adams

Today was one of the most physically challenging days of my life.  After I dropped my mom off at the airport last night I drove two hours north across the Columbia River to the South Climb trailhead of Mt. Adams.  I organized as much as I could, set my alarm for 3am, reclined my seat back as far as it would go and fell asleep at around midnight for a 3 hour nap before climbing the third highest volcano in the lower 48 at 12,276ft.
    I woke up at 3am and after packing and eating some left overs I was able to hit the trail at 4am.  I had forgotten my Forest Pass but luckily didn't get a ticket for it.  I filled out a climbing pass at the register and with my 20lbs of downhill ski gear strapped to my tiny Mountainsmith Day pack I headed up the mountain.  The guidebook says it takes 6-8 hours to climb the mountain and I was hoping to make the summit by noon because weather reports said the weather was going to turn nasty by mid-day and I wanted to be headed down at that point. 
    The south climb trail turned to all-snow at around 7,000 ft and by 8,000 ft I had put on my crampons permanently to the summit.  I started off in the dark but by 5am I was able to take off my headlamp and could see dawn shining on Mt. Hood to the
south and Mt. St. Helens to the West in a reddish
glow.  By the time I hit the lunch counter rock area the sun was fully out and I had put sun tan lotion on my scars and face (missed my left side apparently as I'm now so sunburned that my nose is blistered).  The route to the summit from here was a steep climb up Crescent Glacier.  Many others were already on the climb because they had stayed overnight at 9,500 ft to become acclimatized to the altitude.  I on the other hand was not used to
the altitude and it really slowed me down as I got above 10,000 ft.  I was running on nearly no sleep, carrying 20 pounds more than anyone around me and was not acclimatized at all so I was really struggling.  I ended up climbing with a nice guy named Rob for that section who also had skis but by the time we got to Pinnacle Peak, the false summit, he decided to bail and ski down some chutes from there as I kept going towards the true summit.  I was hoping that the sun would soften up the snow but it was about 20 degrees and very windy at the top leaving the snow pretty much boilerplate ice.  I had promised myself that I would ski from the summit though and that is exactly what I intended to do. 
    I got to the top at 11am just in time to see a couple getting married at the summit (seriously, with a priest and witness).  I was able to snap a few pictures of them and get some video at the top while I took a much needed rest.  To my great
dissapointment all of my video from the summit and pics of me at the top got erased from my camera but one picture of the couple at the top with Mt. Ranier behind them was preserved thankfully.   I'm not too upset though because I know that I'll definitely be back to the summit again once I get a more lightweight ski mountaineering set up next winter.   
    At over 12,000 ft my head was beginning to throb from the altitude and I was feeling a little dizzy so I geared up, strapped on Chris Holm's helmet cam, squeezed my cold feet into my frozen downhill boots and headed down the sheet of ice I had just climbed.  From the summit I had to cruise down and then slightly back up the
shoulder of Pinnacle peak to head back down Crescent Glacier.  This required some speed and speed required balance and strength on top of sharp glacial ice and my legs were already rubber.  I took a few moments to rest then pointed em' down the face of the summit into the saddle and then up the shoulder of Pinnacle peak reaching a max speed of 40mph (according to my GPS) which took all the strength I had to maintain my balance.  From there I carefully made my way down the sheer ice face of Crescent Glacier all the way to the lunch counter rock area using all the strength I had in my legs to not fall down.  If I had fallen at the top it was a good quarter mile slide all the way down to jagged volcanic rocks at the lunch counter below.  Check the picture with the clouds below to get an idea of the height and distance I had to ski down. 
    When I got to the bottom the snow became pitted with too many "sun-cups" for me to ski it so I changed back into my plastic mountaineering boots for the descent.  I ended up hiking the rest of the way down with two older men Doug and Ken (twins) back to trailhead.  I got a few more pictures on the way down that unfortunately got erased somehow as well.  If I ever find them on my computer I'll make sure to post them here but it doesn't look good... I guess I'll have to wait until next year.  By the time I got to the parking lot my knees were beginning to really hurt and my shoulders were so numb with pain from supporting all the weight of the ski gear on the way down that it was extremely painful to even lift the cell phone to my ear to call my mom and let her know I was ok.  It was a 13 mile trip with 7,000 feet of elevation gain and my first ski descent of a cascade volcano.  Can't wait to go back!

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Visit from Ma Dukes

Ok, this may be a long entry...
This week my mom came to visit me.  It was her first time visiting the Pacific Northwest so I thought I would give her the grand tour of what I've experienced so far but jammed into a pretty exhaustive but amazing week.  On Thursday at school I printed up all of the Oregon Scenic Byway maps and linked together several cool trips  for her stay here.  I'll try to split this into sections...
    On Friday I picked her up at the airport after doing some hiking in the Columbia Gorge (see previous post).  Her plane came in at around 3pm so that gave us time to head towards Cape Meares and Cape Lookout from Portland so she could see some rocky northern Oregon Coast.  She was amazed when she saw the huge Octopus tree as well as the giant spruce in the park and she also enjoyed all the salmon berries that we came across on the trail, but not so much the huge banana slug I showed her!  It was a beautiful day and I think she was really amazed by the views.  We saw a bunch of cormorants on the rocks as usual and we even stopped for dinner at a wonderful restaurant in the town of Oceanside.  We also picked up 3 dozen oysters from my favorite skeevy RV park Oyster dealer on the way home.  It was getting late and I could see she was exhausted from the flight and time change so we booked-it through Salem to Corvallis instead of going through Lincoln City to get back to town quicker.  After meeting Kenzie and seeing the house a bit I gave up my room for her and hit the couch around 10pm for bed.

    On Saturday we took the rental car I still had from Enterprise for a 3 day trip down the Coast and through the Cascades.  First we drove to the coast after getting breakfast downtown at the Broken Yolk and walking the Saturday Farmers Market, which amazed my mother.  We stopped at all the great places I had been to throughout my first year here.  We drove to the top of Cape Perpetua, checked out
the lighthouse at Haceta and saw seals and sea lions at Cape Arago.  We even went for a short hike at the Oregon Dunes State Park near Umpqua where I coaxed her up one of the biggest sand dunes in the state.  It was a beautiful day and I could tell she really enjoyed seeing the various coastal environments from rainforests to desert dunes.  We made it all the way to Brookings where we used my GPS to find a seafood restaurant for dinner before crashing at a local motel there.

    On Sunday morning we woke up early and hit the road for the Redwoods at Crescent City which was only an hour away.  When we got to the town my mom wanted to get some water for the trip so we drove downtown to a grocery outlet and got some while also stopping at the cities information building.  A nice kid there told us to take a backroad through the forest instead of the main highway so we took his suggestion which turned out to be an amazing ~15 mile drive on a one way dirt road through some of the grandest trees I have ever seen!  My mom and I had both seen
the trees before on our 1989 trip through Northern California but they seemed equally amazing this time around as well.  I even got
my mom to crawl into one.  There was a downed one across the road which had been cut to allow cars through.. check the picture of me on it for a size reference...  After we made it through the forest road, almost running into a mule deer, we jumped on to route 199 (the same one with the landslide that forced Emily and I to turn around 2 months ago) and drove to Grants Pass where I we stopped for some food at a DQ so I could call my dad on
Fathers Day.  We then drove to Crater Lake for the afternoon and words can't possibly describe how beautiful it is there.  The rim road had just opened two weeks ago and there was still plenty of snow around.  We drove around the rim taking pictures at various road-side turn outs and then stopped in the gift shop briefly before heading down towards Bend and the high desert of Eastern Oregon.  There wasn't
very many places to eat but we luckily found a really cool restaurant in Crescent, OR.  The place must have had 400 stuffed animals in it and was known world wide (except to us...).  We stayed at a motel next door to it that had just been renovated and was adorned with
a new western motif of antlers, landscape paintings etc.  In a part of Oregon with very little population and places to eat or stay we definitely lucked out for the night.

    On Monday we woke up and drove through the Cascade Lakes around Mt. Bachelor with amazing views of the Sisters wilderness.  We went for a short hike to a place called Osprey Pt. in hopes of seeing some ospreys but there were none.  The drive
was pretty desolate and we only passed about 4 cars despite the fact that the route was an Oregon Scenic Byway.  After driving around the lakes we went to downtown Bend to browse the shops, walk around a park and get some lunch.  It was the first time I had really walked around downtown Bend and it reminded me a lot of ritzy
locations in Boston and Greenwich, CT.  Everything is overpriced and only the rich celebrities on vacation in the hills can afford to shop there... But we did make it to REI for an hour or so, allowing
me to check out equipment that I hope to buy soon for CMRU and my Continental Divide backpacking trip.  We left Bend and tried to drive over McKenzie pass to head back to Corvallis.  We stopped for ice cream in the town of Sisters and made it all the way to Windy Pt. on the pass before coming to a barracaded road preventing us to go further.  The top of the pass was essentially a giant field of lava with amazing views of Washington to the North
and the Sisters to the south.  We could even see as far north as Hood and as far south as Crater lake.  There was a very cool stone sheter made out of the lava rock that you could climb up to for fantastic views.  Inside the shelter were windows cut out pointing towards teh various cascade volcanoes.  When we got to the
barracade we saw a large black bear run across the road ahead.  We turned around and headed back down towards the Sisters to take Santiam Pass over the Cascades
instead and on the way down the mountain I had to swerve to avoid a mother skunk and it's baby crossing the road.  When we got down from the pass we ate dinner at a wonderful restaurant across from Foster Lake near Sweat Home before heading back to Corvallis.  When we got back I found out that someone had stolen my oysters!!!!  Arrgghhh... if it was a homeless person I don't feel to upset about it but if I ever found out it was some frat punk I'd be pissed as hell.  It was a great trip and I saved a lot of money with the rental car on the 950 mile trek. 

On Tuesday I decided to take my mom for a short hike up to the summit of Mary's Peak where we were rewarded with the most beautiful views I've ever seen of the
Cascade range from California all the way up to Mt. Ranier in Washington!  The flowers were out in full bloom and we could even see the ocean clearly to the west.  I wish I had more room for photos to post all that we could see from the summit that day!  I then took her for a brief tour of campus, introducing her to Anne and Bob Lillie and also stopping at the Bookstore to pick up some maps for our next adventures. We ended the day by taking Jason out to dinner at McGrath's Fish House which was fantastic (except for the weird "bite-size" oysters in the shooters I ordered). 

    We took Wednesday to relax a bit.  We walked around town, bought meat at Emmon's meat market on Rte. 34 and stopped at a fresh vegetable stand for some fresh fruit.  At 5pm I was sworn in by Diana Simpson, our county Sheriff, for CMRU with my mom watching and from 7-10pm my mom was my guest to one our CMRU training meetings where we went into the truck bay and learned how to rig up our rescue system.  I think she was really impressed at the knowledge that we need to have to properly conduct a rescue mission.  Jason missed the meeting because he and a few others were on a classified search elsewhere that he couldn't even tell me about. 

Thursday I again rented a car (this time a really great Nissan Altima instead of the Chevy Aveo shitty car we had before).  We drove to Silver Falls, stopping at a pancake house in Portland on the way for Breakfast, to hike the 10 falls trail.  My mom had been nervous all week about the hike but I kept assuring her it was a piece
of cake and as it turned out she did just fine on the 4 mile walk.  We walked past a total of 15 waterfalls in about 3 hours through a temperate rain forest that simply blew my mom's mind.  She was amazed at the beauty of all of it.  I ended up running the 3 miles back on the rim trail of the canyon to the car to go pick her up at the North end of the waterfall trail.  We then drove another scenic byway past Brietenbush Hot Springs towards Mt. Hood.  On the way we passed by Detroit damn and got out to take some pictures and look around and the massive damn.  The Hot
Springs had some healing weekend going on so we weren't able to actually see the springs.  It was a long drive through the woods to get to Rte. 26 and Mt. Hood but I thought it was definitely more scenic than taking the highway.  I took my mom to Government Camp, SkiBowl and to Timberline to show her where I climbed to the summit of Hood a month ago.  We then drove down to Hood River past all the
scoured rivers from the excessive rains of last fall.  We ate a quick dinner at Shari's (yuck) and made it to Multnomah Falls just as the sun was setting for some beautiful pictures of the falls I had stood atop of just a week before.  We ended up getting a hotel room at a Portland Quality Inn for the night.

On Friday we slept in for a bit then drove the 2 hours up to Mt. St. Helens to check out the Johnston Ridge Observatory.  At the first visitor center of the park I got some great pictures of a couple Osprey nesting in a tree high above the visitor center building.  Driving the road through the 1980 blast zone was absolutely amazing.  You
could see the devastation everywhere but at the same time the forest was returning and life was everywhere.  About halfway to the observatory we almost ran into 3 huge female elk crossing the road ahead of us.  At the Johnston Ridge Observatory we watched a movie on the eruption which then opened up to a view out a large window of the volcano as it is today.  I had not been there yet and I found everything
to be absolutely amazing.  It was pretty cloudy but I was able to get some cool pictures of the mountain and the new lava dome growing it side of it.  There were also a pack of 5 bull elk in the valley below that we could see.  We walked along a self-guided walkway for a bit until my mom began to freeze up in the cold and wind so we returned to the car to head back to Portland.  After stopping at REI in portland to browse a bit and then at a great Prime Rib Restaurant near the airport I dropped my mom off for her 11pm flight back home.  I really do think she had a great trip and I wouldn't be suprised at all if she decided to move out here in a few years.  At least now she has a better understanding of how wonderful this state is. 

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Mt. Adams

Today was one of the most physically challenging days of my life. After I dropped my mom off at the airport last night I drove two hours north across the Columbia River to the South Climb trailhead of Mt. Adams. I organized as much as I could, set my alarm for 3am, reclined my seat back as far as it would go and fell asleep at around midnight for a 3 hour nap before climbing the third

highest volcano in the lower 48 at 12,276ft.
I woke up at 3am and after packing and eating some left overs I was able to hit the trail at 4am. I had forgotten my Forest Pass but luckily didn't get a ticket for it. I filled out a climbing pass at the register and with my 20lbs of downhill ski gear strapped to my tiny Mountainsmith Day pack I headed up the mountain. The guidebook says it takes 6-8 hours to climb the mountain and I was hoping to make the summit by noon because weather reports said the weather was going to turn nasty by mid-day and I wanted to be headed down at that point.
The south climb trail turned to all-snow at around 7,000 ft and by 8,000 ft I had put on my crampons permanently to the summit. I started off in the dark

but by 5am I was able to take off my headlamp and could see dawn shining on Mt. Hood to the south and Mt. St. Helens to the West in a reddish glow. By the time I hit the lunch counter rock area the sun was fully out and I had put sun tan lotion on my scars and face (missed

my left side apparently as I'm now so sunburned that my nose is blistered). The route to the summit from here was a steep climb up Crescent Glacier. Many others were already on the climb because they had stayed overnight at 9,500 ft to become acclimatized to the altitude. I on the other hand was not used to the altitude and it really slowed me down as I got above 10,000 ft. I was running on nearly no sleep, carrying 20 pounds more than anyone around me and was not acclimatized at all so I was really struggling. I ended up climbing with a nice guy named Rob for that section who also had skis but by the time we got to Pinnacle Peak, the false summit, he decided to bail and ski down some chutes from there as I kept going towards the true summit. I was hoping that the sun would soften up the snow but it was about 20 degrees and very windy at the top leaving the snow pretty much boilerplate ice. I had promised myself that I would ski from the summit though and that is exactly what I intended to do.
I got to

the top at 11am just in time to see a couple getting married at the summit (seriously, with a priest and witness). I was able to snap a few pictures of them and get some

video at the top while I took a much needed rest. To my great dissapointment all of my video from the summit and pics of me at the top got erased from my camera but one picture of the couple at the top with Mt. Ranier behind them was preserved thankfully. I'm not too upset though because I know that I'll definitely be back to the summit again once I get a more lightweight ski mountaineering set up next winter.
At over 12,000 ft my head was beginning to throb from the altitude and I was feeling a little dizzy so I geared up, strapped on Chris Holm's helmet cam, squeezed

my cold feet into my frozen downhill boots and headed down the sheet of ice I had just climbed. From the summit I had to cruise down and then slightly back up the shoulder

of Pinnacle peak to head back down Crescent Glacier. This required some speed and speed required balance and strength on top of sharp glacial ice and my legs were already rubber. I took a few moments to rest then pointed em' down the face of the summit into the saddle and then up the shoulder of Pinnacle peak reaching a max speed of 40mph (according to my GPS) which took all the strength I had to maintain my balance. From there I carefully made my way down the sheer ice face of Crescent Glacier all the way to the lunch counter rock area using all the strength I had in my legs to not fall down. If I had fallen at the top it was a good quarter mile slide all the way down to jagged volcanic rocks at the lunch counter below. Check the picture with the clouds below to get an idea of the height and distance I had to ski down.
When I got to the bottom the snow became pitted with too many "sun-cups" for me to ski it so I changed back into my plastic mountaineering boots for the descent.

I ended up hiking the rest of the way down with two older men

Doug and Ken (twins) back to trailhead. I got a few more pictures on the way down that unfortunately got erased somehow as well. If I ever find them on my computer I'll make sure to post them here but it doesn't look good... I guess I'll have to wait until next year. By the time I got to the parking lot my knees were beginning to really hurt and my shoulders were so numb with pain from supporting all the weight of the ski gear on the way down that it was extremely painful to even lift the cell phone to my ear to call my mom and let her know I was ok. It was a 13 mile trip with 7,000 feet of elevation gain and my first ski descent of a cascade volcano. Can't wait to go back!