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Is This Spring?

2011-04-04T22:24:00.000-06:00

Spring Shuns Minnesota
April 2011, The Mountain Times
http://www.mountaintimesoregon.com/modules.php?name=Columns

“Is it spring yet?” I say aloud to myself standing in a vacant parking lot between Highway 61 and the shoreline. Next to my truck with a dripping kayak at my feet, I have some fast bluegrass playing out through the passenger window while I peel off the top half of my wetsuit.

It’s 10 degrees above freezing but with the sun setting on a cloudless day and Lake Superior gently sloshing on the cobbles, the two mile paddle I just finished has me convinced that the warm season is at the door. Maybe it’s not breaking down the hinges but it’s certainly on the welcome mat.

The very next day, a buddy and I are standing on the thin shoulder of Cook County Road 7 behind my truck, which is parked more in the snow bank than on pavement. While we zip our packs shut and buckle our touring bindings I make Tischer wait on the tailgate as a few cars speed by.

She is shivering with excitement, waiting to leap into the woods.

Beyond the snow bank is someone’s property, but to the right of that and past the guardrail is a smooth white slope down into Cut Face Creek. From here, a mile and a half from the lake, it drops more than 400 feet back down to the shore where Nate’s vehicle is waiting for us.

It looks much more appealing to us than heading further inland where it mellows and sprawls into shrubbery filled flats.

The previous weeks have been mixed with rain, wind and sunshine. Knowing this, our better judgment is that we can stick a fork in stream skiing for the season.
However, we crave one more descent.

After skidding down the embankment and spending 20 minutes climbing over tree limbs and trunks, the first bit of slush appears in our ski tracks. As I watch Nate pull himself out of the crater he’s just made following a crust breaking crash, I wonder again to myself, “Is this spring?”

This question becomes more legit a few more stream bends down when we encounter open water, the beginning of a trend.

As we quickly scamper across patches of 4-6 inch deep slush and hope that our old school leather backcountry boots and gaiters keep out the cold river, it is apparent that the warmth and sun have been reaching into these narrow canyons. Tischer wades through, the chilly brown water reaching halfway up her four legs, without even a thought.

On the third day, I have to work. It’s an exciting day with the hype of a huge winter storm that much of Minnesota is bracing for. It ends up developing in areas to the south but spares us the precipitation, instead thrashing the north shore with constant winds and big gusts. And when wind blows across Lake Superior, it means good surf on the receiving shoreline – and this day we shall receive.

I hurry home to let Tischer out and meet Nate on my deck. It’s another bluebird day, though the sun is getting low in the sky, and we gear up in our paddling clothes. Eight miles down from my place is a fantastic surf break at Mile Marker 121. As we pull up we see three other surfers already paddling out. They turn out to be from Thunder Bay, Ontario, just down for the afternoon to partake in the stellar conditions.

The surf is big in the middle, rolling in tall and smooth. Some of the waves close out altogether but some curl steadily to one side or the other. I watch the Canadians catch a few good rides and also get pummeled by a couple frothy explosions.

Nate and I take turns surfing his white water kayak as the sun sets. If it weren’t for the ice and snow on shore, looking down the line into the golden reflection of surf-able waves the scene appears tropical.

It’s then, though, standing on the frozen cobbles as darkness creeps in, that the cold sinks deep into my bones.

To avoid soaking his seats we drive home with the windows down hoping to keep our wetsuits frozen. At home we stand in my kitchen prying pieces of gear off and throwing them into my shower to drip dry.

Is this spring? Does it matter?

Finding Another Mountain Home

2011-02-07T15:27:00.001-07:00

My February 2011 column for the Mountain Times.

"With the main attraction in my one room cabin being the sight of Lake Superior out the sliding glass door, the view is a magnificent encouragement to use that doorway most often. Unfortunately there is no gutter to catch the snowmelt when it runs off the dark metal roof and I always end up with a frozen speed bump across the entrance.

I was just outside chiseling that slick take-me-down from my deck and realized how I am making this place my own..."

To read the whole column click HERE .

A Good Winter is Upon Me

2011-01-03T22:20:00.000-07:00

Mountain Times Jan 2011 Column

"Tischer and I have made a move north, unpacking into a two-room cabin on the outskirts of the small harbor town of Grand Marais, Minn.

We are nestled between the Midwest’s version of elevation, the Sawtooth Mountains, and that magnificent and now very familiar inland sea I just finished paddling around.

It is our new ski cabin, this time with a sliding glass door leading onto a deck overlooking the now really frigid waters of Lake Superior.

On the second night at home with Tischer curled up on her soft wool blanket I settled onto the cushion beside her, a small notepad in my hand. "

To read the rest click HERE .

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Mountain Times December 2010 Column

2010-12-03T17:45:00.000-07:00

"I went to bed warm despite the 30-degree night air, in part because of the whiskey and beer that accompanied me at the campfire. It was our last fire, and yet only our fifth overall of the trip.

Within its heat the flicker of orange flame separated us from the close sloshing waves of Lake Superior as the twinkling lights of Duluth sat on the horizon in the near distance.

After 96 days of kayaking we were almost home."

To read the whole column click below:
http://www.mountaintimesoregon.com/modules.php?name=Columns

1,200 Superior Miles

2010-04-06T21:08:00.001-06:00

My April column for The Mountain Times:

"Last month I wrote about a ski decent of a Lake Superior north shore stream where ideal conditions to do such an activity typically exist during January and February, when it’s cold and snow ridden. Now, only 25 days later we here in the land of 10,000 Lakes are only a few days away from a completely snow-less month of March, the first ever in modern record.

This spring is like no other that I can remember. The snow is already all gone, both on the boulevards and in the woods. The same rivers I was skiing on only weeks ago are now gushing with frigid melt water, leaving gawkers to eye the rising flood levels while white water kayakers are rejoicing."

Click HERE to read the whole column (and scroll down past the first two columns).

A year ago Tischer

2010-04-06T09:59:00.000-06:00

Check out a cool picture taken by my good friend Andy Westbrock of Tischer standing on a gigantic tree stump on the frozen shore of Clear Lake. He snapped it a year ago while T and I were still living on Mt Hood in Oregon. Good times. The photo appears on Andy's blog.

Greenland Inuit Kayaks

2010-03-13T14:08:00.002-07:00

This past week I met with a boat builder in Grand Marais to talk about a kayak that Greg and I were hoping would fit the purpose and needs of our Superior Dream trip. The kayak is an Inuit skin on wood frame from Greenland.

A shorter version than one we would paddle.

It's a beautiful boat with a unique stowage system dating back many years. If no pigment is used over the nylon skin the hull is transparent, letting you see the ribs, gear, and paddlers legs inside. It certainly gives the appearance of a delicate craft and though it does demand a bit more consideration with rocky shorelines and stormy landings, according to both the course description and builder it is bomb proof.

This is a 6oz nylon, we'd use a 14oz

This kayak would add a uniqueness to the trip and we're very intrigued with the idea of circumnavigating Lake Superior with it. We would be able to make a few simple modifications to it to allow for filming and the addition of a rudder.

With a dark pigment added

Obviously if we are going to kayak around The Lake, first and foremost we need kayaks! Thanks to Mark Hansen and North House for taking the time to show me around and discuss kayak logistics.

We'll see what happens...

Skiing in a "Superior" Place

2010-03-11T17:46:00.003-07:00

The Mountain Times- March 2010 Column:
"An old ski track recently filled in with light snow was evident to my buddy Focht and I from the bridge overhead. We stood on a northern Minnesota county road that crossed over the Cascade River nearly four miles up from where it tumbles into the largest of the Great Lakes, Lake Superior. On this day we had come to ski it.

Waking up that morning lakeside in an old fishing shack turned charming cabin, Focht and I watched the steam linger over a calm mood of The Lake. From surging waves the night before a thin layer of ice painted the rocky shore just feet from where the non-insulated cabin stood. We huddled around the small wood stove hot with red embers, our faces inches from the single paned window, cloaked in toasty rays from the rising sun far across the water."

To read the whole story click HERE (and scroll down a smidge).

North Shore

2010-03-09T11:54:00.000-07:00

I am up in Grand Marais and along the North Shore of Lake Superior this week meeting with various folks to discuss things pertinent to Superior Dream. The most important of which regards the boats we hope to build and paddle on our trip.

I met with Mark Hansen, the kayak builder and course instructor, this morning to find out more about the Greenland Inuit style kayaks and to get an understanding whether or not they would be an ideal fit for our trip. We talked design, modifications, and materials at his shop just north of town and then he drove me down to the school to look at a variety of actual boats that have been built over the years.

Afterwards, on a walk around a sunny and warm downtown Grand Marais, I had some great impromptu conversations with a few local faces. I even stopped into Northern Wilds for a long overdue face to face "hello" with an editor and staff I've worked with a couple times in recent years.

Now, Jasmine and I are sitting at the Java Moose basking in the sun, staring at the harbor. The water is calm and inviting and I can't help but imagine myself paddling out on it. I picture us rounding the break walls point on our way into town sometime early July, on the start of our Superior Dream journey.

Things are looking up. The boats seem to be a good fit. Now to approach them with the idea of a sponsorship opportunity that I believe has some amazing potential for all!

It is a great day.

MT column, circa 2007

2010-02-27T09:39:00.001-07:00

This was my first submission to The Mountain Times, back in October of 2007. Either it or my continued submissions prompted then editor Steve Willent to offer me a column space. Sweetner.

Another Week in MN Bliss

2010-02-06T17:26:00.004-07:00

I spent the last week up in Duluth, MN again, playing on north shore streams, listening to great musicians, being around fires, running along the Lakewalk, and drinking fantastic beer; all in the company of warm and inspiring friends!

So glad to have people and activities such as above in my life. So. Glad.

Simple things like an old battery operated radio playing country music from a snowbank and a fire brings a smile to Jasmine's face.

The Mountain Times - Feb Column

2010-02-03T14:07:00.003-07:00

Call Of The Wild - Minnesota Style

"The smell of reheated pesto eggs Benedict wafts out from the microwave and fills my friends kitchen. It was my breakfast yesterday at a downtown joint that lures slow moving Sunday risers in with the promise of a quaint songwriters showcase and a Bloody Mary bar, which could be a complete meal in itself.

This morning it retells our story from two nights ago."

Click HERE to read the rest of the column.

(Jasmine and I under the Lift Bridge)

Post Plunge Photo Session...

2010-01-31T10:25:00.004-07:00

...captured on film as we linger behind the bleachers.

Polar Plunge WBL 2010

2010-01-31T09:57:00.004-07:00

Yesterday, amidst ice fisherman, law enforcement and an enthusiastic crowd, team Nipples Cut Glass plunges into a hole cut in White Bear Lake on a sunny January day with the temperature hanging around 4 degrees.

Jumpers included Bano and I (speedos), Jen (ladybug), and Zeb (daisy duke wearing construction man).

Jumping the Cascade River

2010-01-27T11:03:00.003-07:00

A quick look at the start of our 3 mile Cascade River descent. Only a couple spots where I had to tip toe around some falls or open water. Conditions were excellent. This leap is nothing extraordinary but it brings a smile every time, especially when I think about the thin slab ice I was landing on and launching off of. Mother Nature was kind on this day.

Canoeing in December

2009-12-06T16:01:00.012-07:00

I've been restless here in suburban Minnesota lately so yesterday I geared up for the cold and portaged my dads canoe down to White Bear Lake for a late season paddle. Temperatures have just dipped into the 20's finally, and ice is just now forming around the lake's perimeter.

For clothing, I had my 5mm wetsuit steamer on as a base, with dry bottoms and a spray top over it, thick wool socks with my neoprene boots, a winter hat and thinner neoprene paddling gloves. The portage was quick and I only had a 10-12 feet of ice to cross to open water, which ultimately broke as I walked over it.

I followed the contour of ice south and around Manitou Island as far as I could go, then retraced my path back. While I was out I had the water all to myself, though I found out later that when my brother walked down to the beach to look for me he spotted a stand-up paddle boarder paddling out near a newly exposed island.

(I used Google Earth to map my route, this older photo shows inaccurate ice coverage)

I went down again today to see what conditions looked like and saw significant more ice coverage. Surprisingly there was still accessible open water, but a slight chop and cold breeze kept me onshore with Tischer. I'm still hoping for one more paddling day before total freeze-up, and am excited for the supposedly coming snow accumulation-it will be a first to paddle in that!

Think Snow!!!

Kitchen view sunset

2009-12-05T17:23:00.001-07:00

Walking and Climbing w/ Tischer

2009-12-04T17:09:00.002-07:00

Our usual walk down to Optimist Beach on White Bear Lake brings us through West Park, and on a recent evening Zeb and Jen joined us. We stood in the unfrozen shallow water and climbed trees and fences.

Checkin' out Christmas lights along the shore of WBL.

The old backstop at West Park.

She's got that.

Tischer showed off her mad climbing skills too, which are impressive. I can thank the tall snowbanks of Government Camp on Mount Hood for 3 years of practice.

December Column

2009-12-03T14:55:00.003-07:00

Check out my latest column for The Mountain Times.

"I returned to Costa Rica for most of last month to surf the warm Pacific waves and spend some hammock time in the shade. To fill in a time that embodies the shoulder season between fall and winter when the skiing has more rock hazards than tree wells and the paddling is stormy.

With simple living in mind and a cheap ticket, we ditched the grey tint of Chicago and headed 2,200 miles straight south. First we scored a room only a block from the beach that had two beds with a thin sheet each covering an even thinner mattress. Next we acquired surfboards that caught good waves, fit perfectly in the corner when unused (which was mainly while we slept), and waxed them with a block of Sticky Bumps that was found in a pile of driftwood."

To read the rest click HERE.

Superior Dreams Blog

2009-11-29T10:23:00.003-07:00

Greg and I have been slowly building a blog (which will soon be linked from a new SD website!) for our Superior Dreams trip. I just put a new post up and hopefully they will be coming more regularly now.

www.superiordream.blogspot.com

Exciting things are happening with this project.

Check it out!!

Take Me Away

2009-11-25T18:53:00.005-07:00

I'm sitting in a recliner starring at a computer screen. Outside the window is a dreary White Bear Lake. But a short time ago I was many miles straight south, bobbing in the warm pacific on a surf board. Oh My! Take me away...

...to right Here.

It was a bright sun, not dissatisfaction.

It's All Good- A Canoe Country Sojourn

2009-11-25T08:08:00.002-07:00

Here's a story I wrote for Northern Wilds this past summer, which I just discovered was online. It was the first portion of a 15 day trip, with just Zeb and Tischer.

"As my brother and I lowered my father’s aluminum canoe onto the surface of Sawbill Lake, I felt my heart begin to beat in rhythm with the gentle lapping waves. Standing at the launch on the edge of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area, our daydreams of the paddle strokes ahead were tempered by the three bulging Duluth packs waiting to fill the canoe.

Our hope was for a campsite after a quick portage, but just we crossed over the invisible wilderness line we eyed a rocky point with an empty site. And so with the sun teasing the treetops, we guided our craft onto dry land."

Click HERE for the whole story and a photo of Zeb.

Another Campfire and the Aromas of Home

2009-11-24T14:55:00.004-07:00

My October column for The Mountain Times:

"Tonight I stood around a slow burning fire with my brother and our dad. The backyard in which I grew up in was quiet. Looking up, following the swirling smoke, the sky was aglow from the big city lights to the south. The burning wood scraps offered a subtle heat, the rest of me being warmed by my down vest with one cold hand from holding an iced beverage.

I thought back to the fires I would have on decent fall nights outside the cabin in Govy. The freshly split fir from stacked rows in the basement burned quickly on an overturned garbage can lid in the driveway. On those nights, the neighborhood was quiet too but the only brightness in the sky came naturally."

Click HERE to read the rest...(and scroll down past the first column-which isn't actually mine)

My last 5 days

2009-10-24T13:32:00.002-06:00

A favorites from the summer

2009-08-10T21:39:00.002-06:00

Nate Petry captures my arrival at Fox Island

Cut and Paste

2009-08-09T21:45:00.001-06:00

Glissading up near Mount Alice

KTUU Channel 2 Anchorage - Day Trippin'

2009-08-06T15:01:00.004-06:00

In May I had the opportunity to guide a reporter and photographer from the Anchorage NBC affiliate into Bear Glacier. I was sitting on the couch when the call came for the trip, only 30 minutes from departure, with freshly shaven handle bars and a rice burrito in my hands. About as ready as I'll ever be for a television appearance.

Watch the video below...

Or go to the Day Trippin' section of KTUU's website for the link to the video, read the verbage from the segment, and watch what they deem as a "Web exclusive: preparing and safety tips for glacier kayaking" showing me talking with Leyla, the reporter.

August Mountain Times Column

2009-08-03T16:41:00.003-06:00

(*The MT website incorrectly lists the column "Your Liver or Your Life - You Are Forewarned" as mine. It isn't. Though I probably can qualify as someone capable of writing such a piece. Scroll down the page to find my latest.)

A Cold - but Quickly Getting Old - Learning Experience

"Being in the grip of summer heaven, the words that follow might seem as unfamiliar to your eyes right now as the sound of thunder was to my ears during three years at my cabin on The Mountain.

The weather has finally, almost as though I really expected it to, turned here in Seward. It was like, as my boss likes to suggest (when referring to potential work in the sea kayak guiding world), someone flipped a switch.

Soft tan lines and salt stained T-shirts..."

To read the rest of this column click HERE.

Appreciating the Bay from ‘see’ level

2009-07-31T18:03:00.000-06:00

"As the wind flings raindrops against the window just above my head, I strain to watch blurry treetops on the rising hill heading up toward Mount Marathon, dancing in the forceful gusts coming off the bay. The gray outside is broken by the occasional brightly colored poncho staggering by, heads tucked and pockets filled with wet fingers.

Draped next to me my raincoat — a constant companion the last few days — is feeding a growing pool of water on the hardwood floor. My hands are wrapped around a wide mug of hot tea, and my neoprene boots feel like cozy slippers on a blustery day meant for daydreaming.

On any other day..."

To read the rest of this story click HERE.

Hagen Visits, we do Fox Island

2009-07-08T23:21:00.003-06:00

Reunion on the water. Been a long time.

Nate in search of the horizon, leaving Fox Island

Smooth water entices our full breakfast bellies

Sunset! from our camp on Fox Island Spit

My solo paddle to meet my friends escorted by a fine sunset

Stuffed Sunday

2009-07-06T18:39:00.004-06:00

Tischer wanting in...

We feasted on a meal with each component matching the "stuffed" theme. Green peppers filled with spicy sausage, cheese and onion. Mushroom caps with garlic, crab and cheese replacing the stems. Portions of bacon wrapped around water chestnuts and drizzled with BBQ sauce.

And to top it off: A dark Porter filling a frosty mug with one or two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Consumed in a hot tub out back with full bellies and and big eyes.

Yum yum in our tum tum.

Snow River to Kenai Lake

2009-07-05T22:56:00.003-06:00

The day: hot and all too tempting to spend in the shade strung between two trees, a thin layer of hammock holding me above the dog shit laden grass. Talk formed of hitting the river with some white water boats for a teaching session for Erin and Nate and some wave playing for Greggy and I, instead I opted to bail and spend the day with my words and a computer screen, in addition to letting Tischer get hers.

Temporarily. Instead we formed a compromise plan and threw two short kayaks and a canoe on the van and shuttled up to Primrose Campground. Left the truck and travelled back down the Seward Highway for a railroad bridge put-in on the Snow River.

With Tischer running along the rivers edge much of the way, swimming some of the other, and occasionally hitching a ride between Greg and I, we spent the remainder of the hot afternoon floating back to my truck. Greeted the nude bathers with surprise and overlook. Starred at large bear prints while I peed a few feet away.

Good day that almost got away.

Seward Pheonix Log Story

2009-06-27T20:27:00.004-06:00

Van Williams of the Seward newspaper wrote this story after interviewing both Erik and I following our finish in the Mayor's Marathon and Half Marathon last weekend up in Anchorage.

Find the story on The Seward Pheonix Log website.

Happy Solstice!

2009-06-22T19:47:00.001-06:00

Heli kayaking into Bear Glacier

2009-06-21T21:17:00.002-06:00

I've had a few half day trips into Bear Glacier so far this season. We take a flight from the Seward airport and land on the gravel bar near the outflow from the lake where gigantic icebergs bob in frigid waters.

A few photos from these trips.

Co-pilot in the air edging the Harding Icefield.

White Bear Lake Represents

2009-06-10T23:03:00.004-06:00

I discovered this sign mingling with a mix of thousands in the Sign Forest, an attraction along the Alaska Highway affectionately claimed by Watson Lake. The Yukon Territory had many surprises, but standing next to the marker of my hometown - where one identical to this still stands to this day along at the edge of town not far from my parents home (I think?) - brought a big smile to my face. A slice of home in a land far away.

Paddling in Alaska

2009-06-09T13:50:00.004-06:00

So after 2 months of no contact, at least via this blog, I have some updates. You may have guessed that I made it to Alaska by now. Living down on the Kenai Peninsula in Seward leaves little to the imagination. This place is beautiful and powerful. The weather has been fantastic and hopefully will continue. The days haven't been full of work so I have tried to mix in paddling, running, racquetball, hiking, biking, and most recently some long-boarding.

Hopefully guiding will pick up soon. Otherwise I have another half marathon up in Anchorage in a few weeks. Moose Pass which is just a little up the road from us here hosts a pretty stellar solstice celebration and a regional celebrity by the name of Hobo Jim entertains us all on Sundays at the Yukon Bar.

Been meeting lots of local folks and getting a grasp of where exactly I am. I have bounced around between restlessness in not being settled and then comfort in exactly that. It's a weird mix.

Tischer is doing well. She gets to swim regularly at Bear Lake and even in Resurrection Bay now and again. I don't want to spend too much time here (even though I haven't spent any at all in a while) because it's near 70 degrees and sunny out there, and that isn't normal for here. I need some time on the water. And a trail run.

Gazing around the fire at Bear Glacier Lagoon.

Race for the Roses Photos

2009-04-15T11:36:00.007-06:00

Just as Drew and I were making our way over the Steele Bridge towards the finish line of our Half Marathon run, I spotted Kirk, Julia, and Erin. They had come out to cheer us on, and their location couldn't have been more perfect. The last little incline up onto the bridge was with about .1 left in the race, and familiar faces in the crowd is what I wanted to see at that point.

These are pictures Kirk took from the bridge, and a couple just after crossing the finishing. Medals and roses for all! Check out my post on the race a little down the page with details of my effort.

Feeling good entering the final sprint.

Drew and I smelling the roses.

A solid running partner and a "shout out" to Cup'n'Cone

Photos are coming!

2009-04-13T15:24:00.002-06:00

I have a new digital camera on its merry way.

First an experiment: After 3 years of living at the ski cabin, I am going to find out if UPS will actually deliver to "my residence." PO Boxes are out and I've always had stuff shipped to friends in Ptown because I was hesitant to use my rural physical address. I might have to go down to the main loop road to meet the driver, but that is still success in my eyes (assuming I'm around when he/she comes).

Of course this means an onslaught of pictures once I get it in my hands. Beware. But also be excited. I know I am!

Race for the Roses Half Marathon

2009-04-09T21:44:00.005-06:00

This past Sunday morning I ran my first half marathon through downtown Portland. Nearly 4,000 runners participated between the half and 5k. I ran with my friend Drew. We enjoyed the course which brought us over the Steele Bridge twice, weaving through downtown, and along the Willamette River. The sunrise was stunning and led into a brilliant day.

As an ode to Cup'n'Cone back in good ole White Bear Lake, I wore their shirt before going shirtless halfway through. My final time was 1 hour and 42 minutes, which means I ran under an eight minute mile. I placed 285 out of 2,131 half marathon finishers. My only goal was to finish in under 2 hours.

I am very pleased to say that I am thrilled with the results. In fact, almost surprised.

A few not so great photos are up, taken by the official race photographers. Kirk was nice enough to snap a few goodies on the bridge with .1 left in the race, so when I get them I'll put them up too.

Bring on the races.

After the Deschutes: The promise of beer

2009-04-04T21:37:00.004-06:00

My April column for The Mountain Times.

"It was a year ago that I took Tischer up the Gorge for a few nights at Deschutes River State Park. For the cost of two micro beers in Govy I pitched a tent on a green manicured lawn next to the swift river just before it joins the Columbia River."

To read the rest of this story click HERE.

Bill willing, some Crater photos are posted

2009-04-02T01:26:00.000-06:00

Check out his postjock blog for some photos from our Crater Lake circumnavigation and a really well written post about his thoughts leading into the trip and subsequent reaction afterwards.

Photo by Bill Amos

Is it really March 28th?!

2009-03-28T12:38:00.002-06:00

Where has this month - this season - gone? Already the end of March, even though sitting at my window seeing the snow whip down outside, a sunburn on my face, and cold toes it doesn't much feel like April is right around the corner.

And again it has happened. My last post was a few weeks ago. Partly because I've been having a sweet month and not sitting around the computer as much. So, my approach this time is to go back and post according (or as close as I can get) to the dates things happened. This means you'll have to scroll down to see previous entries even though you've been checking daily (I take a swig of dark while typing this word) and nothing has been there since the 12th. Or was it the 12th? You'd better check...

Crater Lake Ski Circumnavigation

2009-03-27T12:43:00.004-06:00

I just typed and deleted no fewer than 14 intros for this post. This trip was so fantastic I don't know how to lead into it. Nothing would do it justice.

From the beginning: Last Saturday I woke up completely surprised by a nasty head cold. Somewhere in the middle of the night I was awakened mid-dream with a funky nasal taste (graphic? it should be) and immediately rolled over in hopes that sleeping on my left side would ward off pre-trip illness. Turns out my left side only breeds it.

I packed deliberately in between huddling under my covers while my body exchanged sweating for shivering as if I were jumping from sauna to snow and back. But this wasn't the enjoyable kind. Because of this I was forced to shift our departure time back on Sunday, and thus Bill had to wait around for my sick ass to show up - clutching his skis and wearing his pack probably with his eyes closed picturing us cruising down I-5 and far away from Ptown.

After a 7 hour long drive and some wintry conditions we eventually rolled into the Rim Village at Crater Lake. A quick bowl of chili and a frigid piss outside the van led us to warm sleeping bags in Bill's built-to-live-in soccer mom van (look for the sticker on the back window).

The next morning was cold, but clear. With sun creeping over the elevation to our east we stepped inside the Ranger Station for our backcountry permit. And then we were off.

For this trip, our two objectives were to ski around the entire lake along the Rim Drive and to try for some turns in an area called Mount Scott. For these purposes we chose to use our Alpine Touring skis with skins, not the best for cross country travel but would offer us the chance at claiming some higher viewing points (with the descent in mind). The distance is approximately 31 miles by the road, and the elevation at the highest is almost 9,000 feet. The road itself hovers around 6,500 feet and the the highest we slept at was 7,700, on a day when we knew Mount Scott lingered just beyond our limited visibility.

We travelled clockwise around. On day two we crossed one other group of 5 heading the opposite direction, the only other people we would see until back in the parking lot (only to find out after we had finished that they needed the assistance of a satellite phone and the ski patrol to find their way home).

Later that day during a break from slogging along I sat on top of my pack with no shirt on. The sun was lowering but still powerful and warm and my sweaty shoulders and back were thankful. That night we set up camp while the sun was still out to dry our tent and bags, and Bill and I sat around the pot of melting snow writing in our journals and stretching our legs, ski bootless (felt so nice!).

We fell asleep that night with a slight fear of an expectant cold because of the clear evening. However we opened our eyes to snow and somewhat high winds. Or so we thought high winds, turns out the breeze at camp was nothing compared to the gusts along exposed areas of the eastern rim that we would cross later in the day.

When the Rim Drive isn't running directly along the upper contour of the caldera (like it does on the north side) it does a fairly good job of meandering back to overlook the rim whenever features allow. Such was the case on the east side and it was at these points that Bill and I braced ourselves against some of the highest winds I've ever had to endure on skis and with a pack. At points I would just stop in a four point stance and simply try to maintain my position.

It came in waves, and made me feel like an awkward drunk. I had little control, except when short lulls allowed for hasty movement forward towards anything that blocked the full force of mother nature building strength across the entire openness of Crater Lake. It blew me over twice. I screamed into it, my voice lost in the noise from the moment it left my lips.

Visibility was so poor from there on out that when we reached a point where we knew the road existed we decided to hole up for the night on the solace of knowing the road would indeed be near us in the morning. We were right at the base of Mount Scott. No turns for us.

The next two days were blue, sunny, and warm. More stunning views and landscapes. More slogging along with skins on. More triumph at each days end. More delicious hot dinners. More time for journal writing. More avalanche bypass routes. And more miles to put under our belt.

The last, from the park Headquarters back up to the Rim Village where we had parked was probably the toughest. Because we knew it was the last and because it was getting hot and the trees were literally raining down on us with widow-maker residue.

Waiting for us in the parking lot was the van with two 24oz PBR's and a half bag of crackers. Again, warm sun on our bare shoulders and conversation, we relished in the accomplishment of the previous five days. I had managed to lose a head cold in the backcountry. We had managed not to have an epic, though the trip will rank high in my book of adventure.

For some really amazing pictures from this trip, check out Bill's postjock blog. He does some good work with the camera and keyboard alike.

My Winter Love Story

2009-03-23T13:05:00.000-06:00

The Mt Hood Magazine blog is finally up and running, as far as I can tell at least, and with it is my winter love story that I wrote for their "Straight from the Heart" section a few months back. I think it reads better than the short blurb on the main mag's site.

"Once when I was in college I took a girlfriend up the shore of Lake Superior to a lodge for a romantic night during a cold winter. Wrapped up on a rug next to the fireplace, we cuddled and nibbled on homemade cookies that she had decorated for our getaway.

Later, dozens of candles illuminated the water of the hot tub and our voices whispered softly for hours. It was comfortable and cozy despite the frigid waves crashing out the front window, and looking into her eyes late that night I knew I loved her."

To read the rest of this story, click HERE.

Backpacking the lower Deschutes River

2009-03-12T19:57:00.003-06:00

Tischer and I met friends Erin and Kirk in Hood River on Sunday night for a big cookie and a pint to start our 3 day backpacking trip. We tucked into a campsite at Deschutes River State Park, where the Duschutes empties into the Columbia River, late that night for a campfire under clear and chilly skies. Holy cats, the stars!

For whatever reason, we all slept in really late the next morning, waking only upon hearing a park worker fire up a chain saw. This delayed start to the day would prove to shift our entire "schedule" back for the rest of the trip, though you would hear more laughs about it from us than complaints.

After shuttling to our trail head 23 miles south of our final destination where we left my truck, the three of us enjoyed lunch in Erin's car at 4 in the afternoon while snow blew hard around us. It was cold, but still we set out along the old railroad grade that would lead us along the Lower Deschutes River all the way to its mouth.

We dropped into and climbed out of 4 different drainage's where train trellises no longer spanned across. We pulled headlamps out when the the scrambling got dark, and we turned them off when the nearly full moon shed its light on our path.

While dinner cooked at our camp that night, Erin put together a masterful fire for our cold fingers and toes, and we passed the flask to warm the rest. Tischer and I cuddled in my solo while Kirk and Erin made every attempt to ward off the chill next to me, wearing every piece of clothing they had.

The next day was cold, windy and gray again. Who said the high desert was warm and friendly this time of year?! My bad. Having covered more than we thought the previous day/night, we made our way along the second half of the rail trail, which is maintained as a bike and stock trail. Simply a matter of cruising the double wide path along the east side of a fast moving body of water. Not too challenging.

That night we rambled into an old rail car situated alongside the trail. I've never slept in a train car before.

Latest from Mt Hood Magazine

2009-03-02T12:22:00.003-07:00

The Feb/Mar issue of Mt Hood Magazine is finally published. Check out www.mthoodmagazine.com to read three stories of mine. The top two on dining and lodging come straight from my fingertips.

The third is my winter love story. While you can read a portion of it, the link to read its entirety on the Magazine's blog isn't working properly. The story appears a lot different from how I submitted it, for better or for worse, I can't tell yet.

Noon Patrol, Baby.

2009-03-01T16:12:00.003-07:00

Mountain Times Column, March 2009

With an unknown arrival time hanging in the night air along with the steam from my tea, I readied for bed with the anticipation of a knock on my door early in the morning. But just as I was crawling under my covers, my phone vibrated with a message: “we’ll be at the cabin by 12:30.”

To read the rest of this story, click HERE (and scroll down a bit).

Here's two for T

2009-03-01T14:46:00.003-07:00

Tonight I shave my handles off

2009-02-28T19:42:00.004-07:00

That's right, the handle bars are hitchin' a ride out of the cabin via my mach 3 (which doesn't see much action). Tonight I welcome the month of March with a fresh mustache. It'll give the rest of my face a nice chance to breath, soak in this mountain air that I tend to get so much of. Thanks to my friend Max and his festive sounding rendezvous at the Anchor Bar in Superior, WI-where dozens of others will too be greeting the coming month with 'staches-which I caught wind of on Facebook and anxiously plan to "attend" in spirit.

On other notes, I just realized that it's been exactly two weeks since my last post. Hmm, this matter of inconsistency breeds fewer numbers of readers I am sure, but what can I say? Much like phone calls and emails, I am neglectful and preoccupied with things filling the air inches away through my window. A winded way of saying the out of doors.

But don't take it personal, my appreciated family of readers, in the name of playing catch up I offer a quick list below of the happenings here on Mount Hood and in my life over the past 2 weeks. Brief as it may be, it'll have to be what it is: a whiskey induced rant influenced by some loud Van Morrison and encouraged by tired legs after a solid day of planks attached to old ass, packed out ski boots.

That should front load the following nicely. In no particular order, game on.

Two nights ago I received a message from some college friends, whom I haven't seen in three and a half years (since their wedding in Lutsen) informing me they decided to take an impromptu vacation to Mount Hood, and were in fact at that moment, in Welches. This small mountain community happens to be only a few miles down the highway from me. I thought she was bullshitting me for the first few reads of the text. We connected yesterday for snowshoe hikes to Trillium Lake and Mirror Lake, with beers and lunch at the Brewpub in between.

The previous week it dumped snow up here at the rate of last seasons record setting accumulation, heavy but deep early in the week and progressively getting lighter, and still deep, towards the end. I snuck some tree turns in at the Bowl on Wed night, at the far reaching edge of the night lights, and took some fun and messing falls in heavy freshies, loving every moment of getting tossed.

On Thur night, after catching up with a high school buddy and after finding out my friends were near by, I dragged Tischer out into the 2-3 feet of newly fallen snow for a night ski tour out back. Not knowing trail conditions, and guessing I'd be breaking trail most of the way, I left my skinny skis behind and strapped skins onto my Alpine Touring skis. We set out traversing the Crosstown trail and took an uphill turn to follow the Glade trail towards Timberline Lodge. Not far from where the Glade parallels the Alpine trail closely, I took T on a goose chase through the real deep stuff.
No trail, little shelter, just tall trees and the glow of undisturbed white crystals shining under the partially clear sky. Glorious! Keeping a close eye on T and tree wells, we wove our way through the forest for the next 90 minutes, eventually reconnecting with a part of the Crosstown trail. Back to the cabin, Tischer drank a bowl of water and went to bed. I greeted a couple of alumni and enjoyed vegi pad thai with them, then slipped into bed myself.

Hmm, what else?

The previous Thur and Fri, I had Kirk and Julia as visitors from Ptown. Hadn't seen them since before they left for North Carolina a year(?) ago. We boot packed up Tom, Dick & Harry on a blue bird day when no one else was around, taking in a spectacular view of the Cascade Range, including Jefferson, Hood, Rainier, Adams, and St Helens. We also got some serious Dominos and Cribbage time in, along with some fine beverages. Such great company to have in those two! Set my weekend up perfectly.

Speaking of weekends, I spend the day skiing at Meadows with the Ski class on Sat, and split early to head down to Ptown to take a group of student Go-carting. I think it has honestly been at least a decade since I last drove a go-cart. Burritos, Malibu Raceway in Beaverton, and beer at the Basement Pub with my friend Ashley made up my Saturday (perhaps only my third or fourth ever Sat in Ptown since I've worked at that cabin).

Sunday I was hungover. I allowed a 2 hour play session at the dog park for Tischer as a thanks for her patience the night prior, then I took a nap at Seth's house before dinner with Ashley. Afterwards we played trivia at the Basement Pub.

About all that pops into my head for the days preceding this is a noon patrol Bill, his brother-in-law, and I did on President's Day. You can read about it when this month's Mountain Time's comes out in a day or two. Long live the noon patrol.

Probably more to tell, certainly no less. It's 7:33PM. Van has given way to a few well placed Bob Dylan tunes. Time to manipulate my face into a classy looking 'stache. "What the hell is that on your upper lip?"

Dirt.

Missoula on my mind

2009-02-14T18:20:00.001-07:00

Just spent the last week playing and making the most of my time hanging out in Missoula. Skiing, drinking, running, hockey, and breakfast with a good friend that has been a long time coming.

This shorty is the work of my buddy Pablo. It's footage from a year ago but of the same place we did some backcountry skiing this past week. Conditions weren't quite the same, but based on what I've seen so far this season on Hood, it was the best snow of the year for me.

A visit from Westy

2009-02-09T18:02:00.003-07:00

My good friend Andy from Seattle came to stay with me on The Mountain this weekend. A Bit of fresh snow graced us again finally, presenting a beautiful white landscape instead of the spring like crud of the last weeks.

We rode at Meadows both Friday and Saturday, under sunny and clear skies with great visibility throughout the Cascades. Westy also brought with him a video camera and with his help I was able to get some good snowshoe running footage, which I hope to arrange into a short minute or two long film. He also took some stills of me and T trekking through the woods out at Clear Lake.

On Sunday, after a pint of rootbeer at Mt Hood Brewing, we departed in opposite directions, Westy towards Seattle and me towards Missoula.

The road beckons. Driving around Hood was the most enjoyable part of my trip back to MT-I had a clear night sky with a bright moon casting an inspiring light on my surrounding as I wove through the forest.

6 More Weeks of Winter!

2009-02-04T12:40:00.002-07:00

Groundhogs Day has already come and went, and according to long living Punxsutawney Phil we have another month and a half of winter ahead of us. You won't really see any complaints out of me considering that of the last month I have sat next to an open and sun-coated window much more often than I've been hit with snow flakes falling from the sky.

Even now, as I hastily throw this post up literally with one ski boot out the door, the thermometer already read 50+ degrees on the front porch, in the shade. The last few days have been the same. Spring skiing again. Man I need some fresh wax. The difference between the snow exposed to the sun and covered in shade is enough to nearly throw me into a face plant if I am going fast enough.

On the bright side, with pun absolutely intended, these warm and sunny days shower me with ample motivation-alongside with the upcoming snowshoe national race and a half marathon in April. And Tischer is happy for it.

Missoula in less than a week!!

XDog Events 8k Snowshoe footage

2009-02-03T19:31:00.003-07:00

This was my qualifier for Nationals. Watch me creep by the camera at around 1 min 30 seconds still with the herd. Looking towards a great race on March 8 back at White River!! Bring it.

Brothers Will Reunite!!

2009-01-27T15:07:00.007-07:00

This past weekend was a whirlwind of cramming 5 grown dudes into the Red Ranger, hitting the trifecta of ski resorts on Hood (Skibowl, T-line & Meadows), an 8k snowshoe race, pitchers of beer and a tall stack of shot glasses. Starting midday on Friday, both of my brothers trickled into the state of Oregon each with a buddy.

We headed up to The Mountain on Friday evening in time for some runs at the bowl. After which we watched a drunken romance at Charlies, and later played pool at the Rat. Then after a few hours of sleep we spent the day riding on the first snow in weeks at Timberline.

On Sunday morning I dropped the boys off at Meadows while I participated in my first snowshoe race. Then I rejoined them for a pasta lunch in the parking lot and carved up new snow again the rest of the day.

We ended up in P-town on Sunday evening at a hotel near the airport where we ate chicken wings and tried to finish a case of beer. They all boarded a plane Monday morning and I enjoyed a hearty and free continental breakfast where I ate for 5, even though I was alone.

Good times indeed. I love those boys.

White River 8k Snowshoe race

2009-01-25T20:18:00.000-07:00

Today I competed in my first snowshoe race. The course followed the White River in a lollipop route. With a few inches of much needed fresh snow on top and temps in the low 20's, the conditions were great for running. About a 140 participants showed between the 4k and 8k.

My goal was to maintain at least a heart rate above 170, and after finishing the 5.12 mile course in just a hair under 45 minutes, my average was 179 beats per minute. I had a great time running it. A couple steep hills, some rolling hills and lots of trees and views. I was pleased with how I felt throughout the race, saving almost a little too much for the last mile to the finish. I was cranking 194 beats over that last push.

I am hoping to qualify and compete in the national race which is nearly the same course, though a 10k, at the White River this coming March. Otherwise they have a citizen 5k race too.

Such a sweet competition. I am hooked! You can check out my final stats and rankings and also scroll through lots of photos taken along the course.

A clear night on Clear Lake

2009-01-22T00:49:00.007-07:00

I spent the last two nights with a small group of Reed students covering the basics of snow camping. We met and organized personal gear on campus on Tuesday and then headed up to the cabin for an evening of prep and discussion where we built pulks, packed food, and finalized our game plan.

6 of us total arrived at the Clear Lake SnoPark on highway 26 and loaded our gear into day packs and 3 pulks for pulling. We walked the snow packed road into the lake for about a mile and then headed across the ice towards the Southwest arm of the man-made lake. The ice was in perfect condition for skating, smooth and a fine dusting of snow from the frosty night

before--if only we had skates!

Picking a camp that was tucked back from the shore and in the shelter of the forest, we dug out a kitchen and gathering place, then pitched tents and dug front "patios" in our respective vestibules. We spent the day hiking and gathering fire wood.

That night we stayed warm in front of a toasty blaze with steaming drinks in hand and feasted on Cheddar Broccoli elbow macaroni soup.

Tischer had a blast following each of us around camp and hunkered down next to us when we gathered for dinner and a fire. Being the freeze baby that she is, I made her a sleeping bag from an old bag I found in the woods this past fall. She crawls in very willingly and I tuck a fleece blanket around her for added warmth. There we sat for much of the night, and just before bed meandered down to the frozen lake to view the half cloudless sky and pick out familiar constellations.

Inside my two layered sleeping bags I slept like a great dream. Mostly because Tischer did too. She was warm and comfortable laying next to me on her own pad, and I was relieved at the success of her first use of the sleeping bag. Pleased with her for using it and pleased with my idea and construction. This opens up a whole new list of possible trips for her and I.

The next morning we took our time getting going, eventually making the trek out under a bright sun. Grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch back at the cabin and a mug of hot tang as I drove us back to Ptown facing the setting sun.

What a beautiful experience winter camping is. I'm glad Tischer got to see it too.

The Mountain always leads

2009-01-17T23:54:00.004-07:00

I went to an Avalanche 101 presentation tonight at the museum in Govy. The FS co-sponsored it and Roland Emetaz from the Northwest Weather and Avalanche Center presented. I have had a bit of informal avy training over the last few years, some of it covering general knowledge, and some specific to the Pac NW.

For the purpose of the lecture (and subsequent examples), I was bestowed the honor of stereotypical backcountry user most likely to get caught in an avy. Some of my characteristics...approx. 32 years old (I was closest), male, skier, ego driven, complacent, "it won't happen to me" mentality, and the "I gotta get first tracks!!!!" motivation-which often has me leaving my brain and observation skills at the trailhead.

From the presentation I give you a handful of thoughts pertaining to avalanche's:

Roland started off the presentation by stating that "when you dance with the mountains, the mountains always lead." It reminded me of a post I made for Alfresco Bum a couple weeks ago.

Technology is cool, experience is better.

64% of back country slide fatalities occur on blue sky days (maybe specific to the Cascades?)

70% of those buried in a slide die

75% of people caught in a slide have had some training/education regarding avy's

75% of people who die in an avalanche perish from suffocation, 24% from trauma (like getting wrapped around a tree, etc.)

The optimal slope angle for an avalanche to occur is 38 degrees, 30-45 being the range of highest risk

back country snowmobilers and skiers compete for the highest avalanche fatality rates

Food for thought for anyone venturing out of the front country. Use your head and trust your gut. Those in the Northwest, check www.nwac.us for current snow avalanche info.

Spring Skiing

2009-01-13T23:57:00.004-07:00

Yeah, but it's early January! The last two days have been hanging around 50 degrees with a blue sky overhead and the sun blazing down. I carved up Mt Hood Meadows on both days, edging through slush, corn, and sometimes ice in the shade. The way down was refreshing, and thankfully the lift lines weren't really lines at all. Really just a coral that slowed us down enough to catch the lift back up. Standing in the sun I would start to sweat, and on the lifts the breeze-though strong-was warm.

This current Wy'east climate a huge contrast to the -40 windchills my Minnesota friends have out their doors right now. That's almost a 100 degree difference!

Crazy as it is, I'll never complain to see the sun, especially living on Mount Hood. What I fear I need to brace for though is when winter returns. The forecast is promising this spring weather through the weekend so I've got a week to work on my goggle tan. After that, hopefully just fresh snow without any rain...

The List

2009-01-06T21:52:00.002-07:00

I spent this afternoon at the Ford dealership in Sandy waiting for the Red Ranger to get her teeth cleaned. In addition to getting caught up local TV news, I also read a story about the worlds fascination with list-making. You know, other than the 10 Commandments, lists have really started serving as an organizational tool more recently. You see lists everywhere-top 10's being the most famous.

I closed the magazine and looked at the scrap of paper on my lap. Yes, I am no different. And so, in the spirit of list making, here is my list of things I need or want to accomplish in the next 5 days, compiled at Suburban Ford Inc of Sandy, OR.

Roughly:

-make a sleeping bag for Tischer (sew an old bag I found in the woods into 2 smaller versions)

-resize a shirt (sewing machine)

-resize a pair of pants (sewing machine)

-finish my winter love story, romantic lodging and dining stories for Mt Hood Magazine

-write an Alfresco Bum post (or two)

-finish design for free standing bouldering cave

-5 mile run in portland with T

-30+ min snowshoe run by this weekend at 75%

-skijor with T once

-ski (if the rain stops-I don't ski in rain)

-finish Reed winter camping trip logistics

-finish purpose statement for Superior Dreams

-drink 3 Hamm's

-do push ups while watching Frasier episodes

January Column in The MT

2009-01-04T00:16:00.003-07:00

With the smell of a bonfire wafting in the night air and Tischer pulling on her leash, I stood on the Loop Road through Government Camp staring up at a tall conifer draped in colored lights. It looked to me like someone, with a hot tottie in one hand, had loaded a cannon with strands of various colored lights and aimed it at the tree.

I have never seen a more random array of lights and yet the display seemingly fits this village perfectly.

To read the rest of my column click HERE.

A Long Time Coming

2008-12-29T14:19:00.002-07:00

Alaska has always been a taunting mystery to me. I've heard and read lots of words about it, but have never seen for myself. And for me, therein lies the mystery. Well, it won't be for much longer.

Along with friends Greg and Erin, I have taken a job with Adventures Sixty North in Seward, AK. I'll be guiding sea kayakers into Bear Glacier on the southern shores of the state. I am thrilled to think that come this spring I'll finally set foot on soil and paddle in waters I have long hoped to.

An adventure awaits Tischer and I as we turn the Red Ranger north from Mount Hood and I welcome it with open arms, along with a mix of uncertainty, anxiousness, and enthusiasm. Come what may, I will do my best that T and I keep living the good life, for we are both members of this planet and appreciative of its offerings. And so on the occasions that I find myself holed up in this cabin, I can think of the future and be excited or everyday ahead that will deliver us there.

A morning in the life

2008-12-25T20:19:00.003-07:00

7.32 AM - peek through one eye at my watch and discover that I've gone on to sleep 31 minutes since the alarm first sounded

7.47 AM - with a grumble towards Tischer because she again poached my bed after I fell asleep I coax her from the nook of my bent legs

7.49 AM - sliding snow pants on over my long johnnies I make my way down the stairs

7.50 AM - crank on the timer for the sauna and pull on my jacket while T waits at the front door

7.54 AM - round the snowbank at the top of E. Mucoy St and scan the ski run for any early skiers

8.16 AM - nuggets in her bowl, T sits patiently waiting for a kiss on the forehead

8. 31 AM - finished with a brief email session, I wrap a towel around my waist and swagger down to the ripe sauna with a cup of water

8.37 AM - good thoughts, relaxing breaths

8.44 AM - step from sauna into the changing room with an open door to the driveway for my first cooling rotation

8.45 AM - stand nude facing the world, which from this standpoint includes mostly piles of snow, trees, my driveway, and the rising steam from my body

9.09 AM - a cool shower getting warmer by the second. maybe a little soap

9.14 AM - upstairs to my room I find Tischer back on my bed, asleep on my pillow. I stand watching her and air dry, waiting for my cup of coffee to simmer down a bit

9.49 AM - wrapping up a more involved second session of emails, T and I again head for the front door

10.01 AM - finish shoveling the front steps from a nights worth of snow accumulation

10.36 AM - finish shoveling the "hallway" to the basement door, mostly through snow that has slid off the roof. Tischer watches and/or chases a twig that she flings in the air by herself

10.37 AM - chase T around the driveway

10.39 AM - check the temp on the front porch thermometer

10.40 AM - step in the basement door, re-wax my skinny skis and lace up my nordic boots (at this point Tischer knows what is happening)

11.29 AM - push through some deep, untracked snow from the trail to the road behind the cabin after cross country skiing along the Crosstown Trail

11.45 AM - bring water to a rolling boil and dump in some pasta. dig through the fridge for something to mix with the pasta while pondering a mug of eggnog, a Hamm's, or a jigger of whiskey. It's never too early.

Not in this life anyhow.

Day #1 is in the books

2008-12-20T16:54:00.003-07:00

Whooo-eeee! Yesterday was full of powder, growing lift lines and burning thighs. And an ice beard, but that's not unusual. It was also my first day on the slopes. I spent last week touring the trails out back, pushing through deep fluff with my skinny's and Tischer struggling to stay afloat.

Doing so also jogged my muscle memory of what it's like to have two planks attached to my feet. It did me good because yesterday I was feeling on it! It could have been the "hero" snow, I say that only because while it is unique condition to ski in, it is also a little more forgiving as hip deep snow absorbs and holds you in place-unless you are really flailing.

Hanging back on my heels as much as my legs would allow, I tried to lead with my tips visible above the white. And then when I'd arrive at the line-up and ease my stance, my legs would quiver with delight. And I would grin at the beauty of it. Day number one of the season is in the books and I couldn't be happier.

I had to dedicate today to shoveling because the forecast calls for up to 26 inches by tomorrow again, and as I have come to learn, I can't wait for it to stop snowing to start clearing it away. If I did that, well, I'd be digging tunnels before hallways. Even though it's the weekend (I rarely head to the resorts on weekends because I have that luxury), I think given the circumstances and the company, that day number two starts tomorrow at 7AM. Wooooo-eee!

He Turned a Blind Ear

2008-12-18T10:56:00.006-07:00

After talking with the Post Master here in Govy a couple of days ago, he reminded me that I probably shouldn't put in print that I received beer in the US mail. Nor should I have mentioned that package with a flask of whiskey. That sort of content is not exactly on the up and up with the powers that be. Oops.

We laughed about it. Well, I laughed at least. He smiled.

I guess I'll keep any future mail containing spirits of that nature to myself. So if someone has been feeling the urge wrap up a bottle of Kayak Kolsch (hint hint) or Point Special Reserve with my name and address on it, your secret is safe with me.

Whiskey in the mail

2008-12-15T13:23:00.003-07:00

I am compelled to post this right now. Some times words need to just flow from the meaning they were inspired from, with no planning and no rephrasing. A morning of mixed joys left me walking up from the main road in town, my truck solemnly disabled against a snowbank below. I clutched a package and small stack of mail under my arm against the below zero wind chill thrashing my body. Well, at least the Red Ranger wasn't stuck blocking the narrow road on the other side of town (that scenario nearly unfolded).

I entered the cabin to a tail wagging dog and warmth. Excited to see me even though it had only been a few minutes, her response made me smile. After de-layering I started with the letters. Two Christmas cards, one of which was from a couple of good friends from West Yellowstone. I haven't talked with them since early this past summer. While we don't see or talk often, when we do it is rooted in a sincere friendship from a time not long after high school when we chose who to surround ourselves with. It was a great reunion, if by means of a holiday greeting card.

If you follow this blog or read any of the stories I write for publication, you may remember a few weeks ago I received some beer from a friend in Seattle in the mail. This time, opening a box from my friend Greggy P. I found a favorite Polaroid taken in Duluth, MN some time ago. Underneath was a flask. Filled.

We have long drank Jameson together, from the early days of Trampled By Turtles shows when the guys would pass a bottle around in between playing. Most recently we shared a bottle while soaking in hot springs on the Olympic Peninsula. Mind willing, I will forever remember our times with Jamie being passed.

And now, at just after noon on a cold but sunny Monday I raise this flask given to me in solute to Greg and Erin currently back in MN, to Josh and Jamie in West, and to Dave and Mona in WBL. Thank you for thinking of me and thank you for your friendship. It means so much to me. Cheers.

On our way to winter, a foot and a half at a time

2008-12-14T17:47:00.002-07:00

I have spent the last two days keeping the front steps clear of snow, multiple times each day. No complaints here, I love this task the same way I love chopping wood. It keeps my heart pumping and my limbs moving.

This winter storm left me all alone at the cabin this weekend, but again, no complaints here. I lounged on the sofa through a dark and windy Friday night, listening to Steve Earle and Townes Van Zandt with a beer in one hand and stoking the fire with the other.

The first break in the downpour of powder came later last night. It just so happens that Tischer and I were out skiing the Crosstown trail for the hour and a half that that it wasn't snowing. My eyes (and sight) were thankful on the fast parts of the trail.

The second lull was this afternoon as I made my way, one step at a time, up the outside staircase launching heaps of snow over the railing. This time, the sky totally opened up and the sun blinded those of us not expecting it. It was beautiful. Now I have temps in the single digits and I couldn't be happier. The snow is uber dry and powdery, and so much of it is untracked with the coming week of solitude. Time to play!

Blizzard conditions

2008-12-12T15:54:00.004-07:00

Here I sit, warming after a tromp through the whipping snow with Tischer. Forecasts call for snow and gusting winds this entire week, beginning with a heavy dump over the next 30 hours. This time tomorrow I could have up to 3+ feet of new snow on my doorstep. With temps finally dropping and precip in the atmosphere, it appears that I can officially welcome winter to my neck of the woods.

Though the depth chart may play catch up to last seasons marks, I am excited for another stellar winter. And as a man of all seasons, I also admit that I am looking forward to a slightly shorter wintry period. Last years was long. Since it is already almost the middle of December, I suspect this season won't stretch on like the previous one.

You see, while I love the cold and deep, I also love it in moderation. And moderation to me is come May, these conditions start easing their grip. Because I like it all. Last year I still had snow when I left the cabin in mid-June and while I had fun, I was more than ready to move along.

But for now, my skin is crawling with anticipation just watching it pile up out my window. Bring it.

I am the Alfresco Bum!

2008-12-10T23:34:00.005-07:00

I was recently asked to start blogging for a start-up adventure website called Adventure Bay Media. So now I manage two blogs that, at the their original root, deal with my own personal stories of play and outdoor living. My hope is to get my words in front of lots of eyes, if not to expose people to the outdoors and the beautiful opportunities that exist, then to better my chances of becoming a writer.

I have decided to keep this blog more for personal reasons. So that friends and family can get updates on me and the things I'm doing, especially since I try to treat my cell phone like a land line (it's not with me everywhere I go). So you'll see that side of me more on this blog.

On the other you'll see musings and rambling on everything that comes to mind involving fresh air. I love fresh air. I love it. I am an Alfresco Bum, and I figured that was a pretty good title for my new page. Add it to your list next to this blog.

Check it out at www.alfrescobum.com and check out Adventure Bay Media while your at it. In time, you'll hopefully see a long list of fellow bloggers writing for this site as well. And if you are interested in being one of them, let me know, I can put you through to the powers that be.

Future stories

2008-12-07T22:50:00.002-07:00

Since my last posts were for stories I wrote for Mount Hood Magazine, I thought I would comment briefly on the stories they have me working on for the next issue. I have three that I am excited about, mainly because they challenge me in areas outside of my writing comfort zone. More specifically, they deal with romantic dining and lodging options here on The Mountain. Oh, and a winter love story.

Now, I don't mind sharing some good quality background details on me and my time here in the High Cascades. I can count three places that I've eaten out at, and they are all in Govy. Always a game is playing on a tv somewhere in the room and never has it been the context of a date, and so there has yet to be a romantic hint in the air. The only places I have direct experience staying other than my cabin is the back of my truck or in my tent.

Now obviously the stories I write don't have to be my stories. I know this. But my general interest, when it comes to these topics, is drastically different than many others. So where do I go and what approach do I take as a writer?

Do I hold true and riddle the ears of would-be readers with talk of white fuel and sleeping bags? Or do I branch out and peak the interest of a readership I assume is more interested in cozy cabins with vehicle access and meals that include the word "course?" Or perhaps I meet in the middle, and expose the world of zip together sleeping bags and short, moon-lit trails to the same cozy cabin in the woods? I ask myself good questions.

If you have thoughts, or just want a good laugh, I welcome you to post a comment. And stay tuned for the results.

Snowy Holiday Memories

2008-12-03T21:52:00.003-07:00

Mt Hood Magazine Dec/Jan issue:
When I open my eyes to the morning the first thing I do is peer outside (usually from bed). If I see green mixed with the white of snow then my world is right! If a blue sky is in view, then it’s nearly perfect. I find these winter colors inspiring, especially when considering the features that accompany them during this time.

Fat snowflakes filling the sky in a downward spiral while cozy scarves guard your neck against the chilly air. Warm fireplaces and the aroma of burning cedar. Cold, clear nights dazzling the woods with predawn light. Strings of colorfully lit bulbs intertwined with giant ice spears teetering along the eaves while Frosty waves from across the street.

To read the rest of this story click HERE.

Chariots of Fur

2008-12-03T21:46:00.004-07:00

Mt Hood Magazine Dec/Jan issue:

You don't have to compete to enjoy skijoring with your dog. With just three pieces of equipment, an eager dog and a pair of cross country skis, you're on your way to an exciting new sport with your dog!

In skijoring, the idea is that your dog (or dogs) assist you along the winter trails, over the hills and through the woods, by helping pull while you ski behind them. No matter if to grandma’s house you go, racing for the finish line or hustling to that dark craft beer chilling in the snow, skijoring can appeal to anyone who enjoys the bliss of Nordic skiing and loves dogs. For many, it’s a natural pairing.

To read the rest of this story click HERE.

Just another day in the month

2008-12-03T11:04:00.005-07:00

The Mountain Times December issue:

One day last month Tischer led me down to the Post Office in Govy for our semi-weekly mail pick-up. I found a package waiting for me. It was in a priority box and from my friend Westy up in Seattle. He works for an advertising agency and frequently sends me goodie boxes filled with outdoor magazines the likes of Backpacker, Ski, and Surfing-all of which his office break room is stacked high with.

Thanks to him, now my night stand is also stacked high.

To read the rest of this story click HERE.

Sunsets sooth more than the Mountain Tops

2008-11-30T18:27:00.008-07:00

Moments ago I stood behind the cabin on Lige Street watching the setting sun over the Cascades. I have a great little window to see a portion of silhouetted peaks through a void the narrow street leaves as it descends the hill from my cabin. I've witnessed the waning moments of daylight from this vantage point on more than one occasion.

As it happened, I was sitting at my desk sipping a beer when I caught a glimpse out my window. Inspiration needs no egging on. With two steps I was swiftly out my room and heading for the driveway, Tischer in tow and beer in hand.

This sunset was soft and warm. Hughes of purple and red soothed my eyes and offered a point to settle my gaze while I thought back on this day. Blue sky in the morning, bushwhacking a rough trail that serves us better once snow has filled in the cracks, and a hot dinner.

I think that's what I love most about sunsets. Certainly stunning and beautiful and worthy of my time, I value the setting sun for its offering of insight and reflection too. It is such a good time to bring thoughts together and pay tribute to the day. Though it may not be over, it's like dedicating those five minutes before bed to writing in your journal.

I just made my entry in ink the color of the Mount Hood alpenglow.

Superior Hike: Going the Distance

2008-11-29T22:50:00.005-07:00

A story I wrote about my Superior Hiking Trail thru-hike this past September appears in the Nov/Dec issue of Northern Wilds, a free paper out of Grand Marais, MN. You can pick it up at many locations up and down the north shore, as well as select places in the Twin Cities. I know that Midwest Mountaineering has them.

The story is not posted on the website so I have no link for you to follow. Consider checking the website out anyhow, there are some good stories on there.

I gave Thanks.

2008-11-28T22:28:00.000-07:00

Thanksgiving brought rain to The Mountain. I spent the morning cleaning for the group of students coming, mostly to cleanse the main room of Tischer. One student was seriously allergic to dog saliva, which ends up on their hair, to which Tischer (and the countless other dogs from the last 50+ years) deposits whenever she gets the chance, inside and out.

Later, from within the confines of Charlie's bar downtown Govy I watched through the front window as a cold rain turned briefly into a warm snow on main street. Football, PBR, and hot totties. Afterwards, as I entered the cabin front door, the table was set and candles were lit. I had a place mat set on the corner. Some of these fine students had been cooking since the previous night and a feast was indeed waiting. We sipped white wine, entertained second helpings, and discussed topics I can't remember. With sweet potatoes on my breath, I slipped up the stairs to Tischer and my bed.

Drunk and stuffed before 7PM. Happy Thanksgiving 2008. Still no snow.

Straight from the Heart: A Mountain Homecoming

2008-11-25T22:43:00.002-07:00

Mt Hood Magazine Oct/Nov issue

Over 11 hours ago, I had taken over the driving. It was dry and clear then, a stark contrast to the sleet and dark that I pressed the van through now, rounding Mt Hood from the east. Surely I could have stopped a while ago. Of the 3 others curled up in the van, I had the right to wake someone up and trade places.

I could say it was the cheap gas station cappuccinos, or the cold air flushing my face from the open driver's side window. But when you get down to it, neither was the root of my determinatio

To read the rest of this story click HERE

Facebook

2008-11-24T20:38:00.000-07:00

OK. I've done it. I finally caved. My tears of pride for holding out as long as I have quickly turned to a different kind. I have resisted internet services like this mostly over fear of spending more time online when in fact I would much rather be outside, or at least not in front of a computer. However, recent developments have made a Facebook account sound sensible. And so today I signed up. See you on the cyber...

Washington Soak

2008-11-22T20:37:00.000-07:00

Just got back to the cabin after traveling and soaking with friends Greg and Erin through Washington State. Spent two nights here early last week and then headed for Olympic National Park in search of hot springs.

Found them in the backcountry near Port Angeles and spent a night camping and exploring at least 7 different pools, by our count. On Thursday, we headed for Kingston and caught a ferry ride across the Sound over to Edmonds and into Seattle to visit with a friend of

Greg's. He treated us to a great meal, fantastic beer, and the delight of his homemade wine.

Afterwards, I joined my friends Nico and Michelle down in Olympia, where Tischer had been staying while I was off in thermal bliss. A rainy day of travel put me back in the cold and falling snow last night. Good to be home, cleansed and warmed. More good memories with Greg and Erin as well. Safe travels to them en route back to MN.

Book Recommendation

2008-11-09T20:36:00.000-07:00

Passion Below Zero by David Hays

I stumbled onto this book in an abandoned service garage back in 2004 when I was working in West Yellowstone, MT for Eagle's Store. On this shift I was working at the gas station next door, to which the old garage was attached. The picture on the cover is what led me to open it, curious about the inside pages. Over the following few days I barely closed it, reading whenever I could. I was hooked on the poetic words of David Hays.

He was a columnist for a local paper near West prior to his death, and I became a faithful reader after discovering that they still published his archives. I cut them out each week but can't to this day figure out where I stashed them?

Hays writes about moving to and living in his one room log cabin along the Henry's Fork River in Last Chance, ID. He writes about the mountains, about the sky and about his neighbors - the flora and fauna of the area. He tells of the weather and his personal transitions with the seasons. About how living in this place you don't get a choice, but if he did this would be his.

I feel the cold when he talks of dark winter mornings next to a wood stove and I sense the genuineness when he thanks the treasured moon for its light. His words are blunt, honest, and reveal bare emotions. I found myself scribbling quotes and notes continuously as I read, until I finally realized the piling scraps of paper weren't worth it. The whole book was.

Published in 1995, you can find used copies online. Mine is a part of my permanent library. If you enjoy the wilderness, the mountains, peace, quiet, or the idea of a cabin in the woods - do yourself a favor. Let me know if you have trouble closing it too.

Who wants to go skijoring?

2008-11-08T20:35:00.000-07:00

I recently interviewed a couple people about the sport of skijoring for a story I'm working on for Mt Hood magazine. While my previous knowledge consisted of viewing random online photos and running with Tischer on a leash, as I dig deeper into this dog-powered mode of travel I am becoming more turned onto it.

Once again Tischer won't see this one coming, but I am going to strap a harness on her. There are so many benefits to skijoring: She'll be on a leash, we'll both be getting good exercise, and we'll be furthering our relationship through teamwork. In addition, she'll be helping me attain a ride that's sure to be wild, and if this works, we can make a transition to pulks where instead of carrying gear Tischer will be pulling it.

Of course this will take a little work. I'll need to train her to pull (only when the harness is on) me obediantly. This means following the trail and listening to simple commands. Still, I look forward to those high intensity moments where she's heading one way and I'm heading into a Douglas fir.

I can't help but think that as I explore the joys and challenges of skijoring this coming season with Tischer, perhaps health insurance is a wise purchase?

Stay tuned...

Pond Hockey Documentary

2008-11-07T20:34:00.000-07:00

I grew up playing in the backyard of one of these guys in White Bear Lake, MN.

Check out more about this film HERE.

Summer adventures and broken cameras

2008-11-06T20:33:00.000-07:00

I ruined 2 digital cameras this past summer. Granted, they weren’t the industries leading models, but they were still nice, functional cameras worth a few pennies. Worse yet, one of them wasn’t mine.

During a two-week trip paddling the wilderness lakes and rivers of the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in Northern Minnesota, my camera went down. In my defense, I knowingly did nothing wrong.

At some point, the dry box that I kept it in obtained some moisture, either from dew or possibly a splash of water. Not realizing this I continued to store the camera in the box, sealing it tight when not in use. One morning as I went to snap a frame of my crusty eyed brother emerging from our tent, its functioning went awry.

To read the rest of this story click HERE.

Holy Hairless Face!

2008-11-04T20:32:00.000-07:00

I can't put the exact number of days to it, but I can declare that it's been a long while since I last took a razor to my face. Wow, does it feel weird!

Today I went with my friends Shannon to Multnomah Falls in the Columbia River Gorge. Standing on the bridge overlooking the second highest year-round waterfall in the nation we were blasted with a cold mist from the rushing water. It felt almost as good as laying my bare face down on the pillow that first night.

Which is to say it felt really really good!

All Hallows Eve

2008-10-31T20:30:00.000-06:00

It's a clear and moonless night outside the cabin (at least right now) and actually quite warm for this time of year by my standards. A Friday night and I have no doubt that nearly everyone that I know is pretending to be someone or something else and surrounding themselves with beverages, music, company, and festivities. I know I would be.

Back in Minnesota my family and loads of extended family and friends will be celebrating, temporarily unbeknown to my father, his recent retirement. After handing out candy with a few select friends as per tradition at my parents house, everyone else will begin strolling in with food and drinks that my mom prepared and stored in homes of the willing.

He didn't want to have a party because as my mom put it, "he didn't want to be the center of attention." Well Pa, I don't know another man who should be more celebrated than you. For your years of sacrifice and hard work so that my brothers and I could play baseball, feast on great meals, and learn the intricacies of camping and the outdoors-among many other things-I solute you. From my cabin here on Mount Hood-and so far away from where I should be right now-I raise a shot of Whiskey in your honor. May you enjoy this night and the many that come after it. You've earned it dad.

Instead, my night has consisted of stacking over a cord of wood into the dusty corners of the basement. I have another load coming in the morning which should last into the spring. Tischer will play with her ball in the driveway while I make trip after trip after trip through the doorway hauling quartered sections of Red Pine from the pile outside. A natural part of this life and this time of year, I know many others who are dealing with their firewood needs and it feels good to move with the flow of the season.

Lastly, since I don't have a camera currently and since I didn't dress up as anything but a "dude who hauls wood in between sips of beer" I will give you a taste of what my Halloween was like last year. Yes, I am "that guy" who dresses up his dog. For the record, at least based on my fuzzy memory, I didn't buy her the costume I just put it on her. I think?

Behold, Morning Time Spider Man and my Little Cowboy Dog. And another shot.

A week of welcoming, and Goodbyes

2008-10-30T20:29:00.000-06:00

Holy cats, 1 whole week since I last put some words on this page. Well, as you can see I have started shaping the face of my new blog. With still a ways to go, I have some good insight, along with some good outside thoughts, as to how it might come together. In due time that is.

In the mean time, I have spent the last week recovering from an attempted seasonal cold assault (thanks to some strong Echinacea doses it never unleashed its full fury) and getting reacquainted with Portland and my friends down there.

Tischer and I spent a few nights on the familiar futon at the nunnery in SE. While there, we hiked a bunch. One day up Council Crest, another morning at Powell Butte, and then an early afternoon run up at Forest Park.

We said goodbye to Annie, who is heading back to Costa Rica for a few months. Our "schedules" and lives tend to overlap by just a hair. I, along with a packed room, spent Tuesday night at her farewell show.

I also had my first day of class on Tuesday. This quarter I am leading a weekly trail hike at one of any number of Portland's parks. This week we went back to Powell Butte because it was clear and sunny, a rarity once "winter" starts in this part of the Pacific Northwest, and visibility was good so we could see the prominent peaks that surround the Rose City. Plus, I had just been there the day before with friends and knew its condition.

I reminisced about eating handfuls of ripe blackberries there after a flat tire caused my mountain bike outing to end abruptly this past August. Only a few days later I was back in Minnesota grocery shopping with my mom and walking through the produce section I spotted these same berries. Only now they were nearly 6 bucks for a small quart! I must have eaten $60 worth of berries fresh off the branch, by MN price and quantity standards at least.

I came back to the cabin yesterday and am working on a few stories for a few different deadlines. Tomorrow allegedly brings rain, along with the 7 days after that. Then again, the forecast goes to crap once you hit 2-3 days out anyhow. I hope.

Although the last 2 weeks have been gloriously sunny, I raise a shot of Jameson in toast to the shoulder season. Here's to the soaking wet pre-winter Pac Northwest! I know it's coming. Like Tischer, I tilt my head and close my eyes hoping to resist it. Think Snow.

Paddle to Seattle - Check 'em out!

2008-10-23T20:28:00.000-06:00

Paddle to Seattle!

A college buddy and his co-adventurer recently finished a 1,300 mile paddling trip through the Inside Passage. How sweet does that sound?! These guys are the real deal.

They are now in the process of putting all of their video footage into a film. Do yourself a favor and scope out their pictures and stories!

www.blog.dudesonmedia.com

My return to The Mountain

2008-10-16T20:25:00.001-06:00

Last night, with a loaded truck bed and Tischer sitting co-pilot, I pulled the Red Ranger up in front of the cabin. We are back. Back to the familiar fog, moist everything, and even a pile of snow on either side of the front steps. Yep, we are back.

I spent the night getting my new full size bed (no more twin for this guy) made and working out the kinks of my wireless DSL connection. I could tell Tischer was excited. She made the rounds smelling the nooks and then for a while, as I made my way between truck and cabin, she just sat on the top of the steps. She wasn't so much watching me as she was taking in the whole scene.

She knows this place as good as any and I believe she was gazing into the dark and visiting her memories. Maybe she was anticipating the coming season? Maybe she was wondering where her neighborhood pooch friends were? Or maybe she was wishing she was someplace else? I can't answer those questions, but I can say with confidence that up on her perch, she was contemplative.

The cabin is good for that. This coming season is too. We are back.

Happy to be.

2008-10-07T11:37:00.006-06:00

Only a few days left here in MN and I head back west. Don't know when I'll be back again?

Ma and I took Tischer out to this great park that I found while riding around Bald Eagle Lake with my dad a couple months ago. Another fine October day. Warm under the sun and since there wasn't a cloud up there, it wasn't hard to find those rays.

We went to the apple orchard afterwards. Talk about nostalgia! I hadn't been there in years, back when we would go as a family every fall. Carmel apples, donuts, turnovers, cookies, pumpkins, cider, and apples. Blind me and I still would have recognized it just by the smell. So potent and soothing. If that doesn't put the finishing touches on a return trip home, I don't know what does?

Maybe playing football in the front yard with Zack and Zeb while our dad cracks the front porch door and asks us why we don't go down the street to the park. As someone older than me might say-If I had a nickel for every time...

Duluth Indeed

2008-10-05T22:23:00.003-06:00

Oh Duluth, beautiful Duluth.

I've been thinking over the last few days since I left the western most point of Lake Superior about how fabulous this town is. As friends can attest to, I am normally not one who shies away from boosting its reputation. However, D-town hardly needs me to help it out with the plethora of great resources and mighty fine characteristics it can claim.

Specifically? OK. This picture was taken on the last day of my hike. Starting next to the zoo in West Duluth, it was a 16 mile section that brought Tischer and I out to Jay Cooke State Park. And like the previous 24 miles the day before, nearly all of it was on trail like you see me strolling down here.

Get this; A city of 80,000 plus, has a continuous trail 40 miles long passing through its neighborhoods, along its creeks, by its business districts, and within designated nature areas, college campuses, and city parks-and nearly all of it looks, feels, and smells like what you would imagine your senses picking up on were it you walking through this frame.

We're talking downtown Duluth and it hikes basically just like the northern 205 miles up the shore. This my friends, is pretty phenomenal. Prior to hiking these sections I was nervous it was going to taint my experience of the whole trail because I was focused on the couple miles that actually are pavement.

Well I am happy to report that I was blown away with the route. The planning, access, and maintenance was so impressive. Duluth has a lot of obvious beauty but the Superior Hiking Trail allows you to see the not so obvious.

Speaking of which, we are on the verge of lending our ears to a new Trampled By Turtles album. The name? Duluth.

An Outlet for Passion

2008-10-04T11:26:00.005-06:00

On top of Ely's Peak and only a short distance from the official end (or beginning depending on where you started) of the Superior Hiking Trail.

A beautiful day to walk through the woods. I had many like these and just when I would start to feel spoiled, Tischer and I would be forced to try and sleep through a dramatic show of lightning and thunder-but I couldn't help but still feel spoiled.

How else would I gain appreciation? How else would I believe in myself? How else would I be humbled? And how else would I get the chance to stand up and release my pride and enthusiasm into the wind?

On the Baptism River

2008-10-03T07:46:00.005-06:00

One of many rivers and creeks that we crossed over the last 2 plus weeks, I got better as time went on with taking self portraits. Pretty decent with the timer too.

I'm not sure exactly how to get all the pictures up and viewable, so if anyone has ideas about that shoot 'em my way. I definitely have some keepers in the bunch and I want interested parties to be able to see them all.

Superior Hiking Trail-Complete!

2008-10-02T15:43:00.007-06:00

Done and done.

Nearly 3 weeks ago Tischer and I were dropped off at the northern end of the Superior Hiking Trail (SHT) just a short distance from Canada. Ahead of us lay 205 miles of wild trail following the rugged ridge line above Lake Superior back down to the town of Two Harbors. After that, to fully finish a thorough thru-hike of the trail, 40 more miles waited for us throughout Duluth.

As my friend Billy turned my truck around and left us standing at the edge of the trail, Tischer bolted after him as he drove our "home" up the rural gravel road. It was windy and chilly on that day, and I was a mix of thoughts and feelings. And then we started hiking.

I had given us 3 weeks to finish the trail, not knowing how fast I would travel on average or how my body and mind would handle it. Tischer was also a bit of a wild card. Turns out we traveled faster than I would have thought, though in hindsight it makes perfect sense.

Counting that first full day, September 14, we spent 16 days on trail until walking into the outskirts of Two Harbors. That also includes 2 days of rest of relaxation where we didn't walk at all. One day was spent in Lutsen with friends visiting from Japan. The other was spent waiting for my brother and Billy (and my resupply) along the Beaver River.

My original plan was to hike from Two Harbors along highway 61, over 20 miles, down to Duluth to finish the trail. As the trip went on I realized how painful walking any distance on pavement is on my feet and legs. After contemplating the idea over days, I finally decided to catch a ride between the towns.

Thus, as I left the northern section of trail, heading roadside towards downtown Two Harbors on Monday the 29th of September a green jeep pulled up next to me. Behind the wheel sat a guy who had just tried completing a thru-hike as well but ran into some knee issues and was forced to pull-out. He gave me a lift to Betties Pies where I had planned on a slice of fresh pie.

He joined me there and we sat for over an hour discussing long distance hiking and the like. Then he insisted on buying my serving as a small way of passing on the good fortune he's been handed over the years. After dropping me off at Gitchee Gummee Park on the north end of Dtown, I waited for Billy to arrive with my truck. I spent the next two days completing the 40 miles of trail through town.

The finishing touches came yesterday around 5:30PM when I strolled into Jay Cooke State Park. 250+ miles in 18 days. I've got more posts to put up regarding this adventure. Random numbers, stories, thoughts, ideas, and pictures-about 600 to be exact.

I'll rest my feet, which seem to be the most sore of any other body part. I've already mixed a stiff drink, and that's aside from the beers I had last night. The missing pieces are everywhere.

Wake up and Walk

2008-10-02T13:32:00.004-06:00

Simple as that. I suppose there is more to it but when you break it down to its simplest form, hiking the full length of any trail is a matter of eating and walking. Ensuring your basic human needs like warmth, shelter, and nutrition are an obvious requirement, as is the need to enjoy what it is you are doing.

I didn't choose to hike this trail to suffer for the sake of suffering. I did it for the fun that comes along with the adventure, among many other things. The night before I departed on this thru hike I submitted a couple columns for publications out west. In one of them I wrote about this hike and that if the end result is anywhere near what I hope I will have finished the entire thing in three weeks, and that I'll be better because of it.

Better because my body will be finely tuned, better because my awareness will be keen, and better because of what I will have seen and done. But above all of that, I will be better because I will have realized a dream. A personal one that I have had since college. We are all better when we are brave enough to dream for ourselves, and even more so when we make it happen.

Well friends, I just finished walking over 250 miles along the entire Minnesota shore of Lake Superior. It has been a dream and goal of mine for some years, and along with other goals I had for this past summer, I finally decided to make it happen. I may be sucking financial fumes and my trip back west hinges on the sale of my kayak. I may be paying back debts well into this coming winter and the number of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in my future may be sickening, but I can assure you one thing-these sacrifices were well worth the success I have just realized.

Now that I think more about it, it may have just been a matter of waking up and putting one foot in front of the other, and yet it was so much more.

A Personal Best!

2008-10-01T08:39:00.007-06:00

NSIM 2008 is now long over. In fact, it seems like months ago only because I have been on trail for over 2 weeks doing something completely different from inline skating. Still, as I think back to the race on September 13, details are clear and vivid. I managed to beat my previous times, which is always my goal. I finished the 26.2 mile course in 1 hour and 50 minutes. My previous best time was 1:56 a few years ago.

Go to this link (click on the "open class-marathon" link and enter my bib number below: 5095) and you'll see my personal statistics compared to the rest of the field of racers. If you want to see some stellar pictures taken by the contracted photography company during the race, check out this link (up until Nov 2).

The weather was great, DRY and cool make for good skating conditions. A slight head wind but not enough to bring me to curses. For the last quarter or so of the race, I was invited into a drafting line and up until the last off-ramp to the finish line we alternated positions, saving energy along the way.

Inline skaters can be a funny group of folks but either way I look at it, this event is a lot of fun, a personal challenge, and it does a super job of maintaining a certain level of cardio shape. All things I appreciate and look forward to throughout the year. It is a farily unique event and sport (this race is the largest in the U.S. with nearly 4,000 skaters each year) and one that I'll continue to do.

I'll also continue to leave the spandex at home.

If I Was A Gambling Man

2008-09-10T20:20:00.007-06:00

If I was, I'd bet on Tischer and I showing up in Duluth come the beginning of October. We'll have walked over 250 miles from the Canadian border, if all goes as planned, in 3 weeks.

However I am not. I'd rather my money go toward a worthy cause, or something that I am guaranteed to see returns in-like beer. Even so, only days away from departure, I am confident in our coming trip.

On trips like this, prep is a big deal and so I have spent this last week working out of my folks home in WBL. My base camp is established-clothes strewn around my old bedroom, my kayak occupying the back yard, Tischer's dishes claiming the carpet by the deck door, and an assortment of running and skating gear sprinkled around the main floor, used socks and all.

Upstairs I have laid out my rations for this trip. I have been researching camping sites and distances, plotting my position and destinations, arranging my caches, establishing a writing opportunity or two, and most of all-getting my fix of home cooking and family. My brother joined us for dinner tonight around the table, just like it used to be so many years ago. It will be different on trail, and I'm pumped for it, but it is warm and comforting here at mom and dad's right now.

Tomorrow I leave for Duluth. Friday will be spent visiting with the folks at the SHT office and Granite Gear, finalizing my food situation, and making copies of my itinerary for people who need to know. I'll also squeeze in a relaxed final skate along the Munger Trail before the race on Saturday morning. Allegedly weather is calling for a warm and DRY head wind of 5-8mph's. Head winds suck, but if the rain stays away, game on.

Send good energy my way. I'll be out of touch for those 3 weeks following the NSIM, starting Sunday, September 14th. Actually, send good energy towards Tischer, as I think living outside is going to be more of a shock to her after the last month or so than it is for me.

Ode to the stirring stick

2008-09-08T17:31:00.003-06:00

Long and slender, you offer a service to many who would otherwise use their index fingers-or a butter knife. Some of you are anonymous yet others have a history and memories attached to your being that lead us into a nostalgic daze at the kitchen counter. Music to our ears while mixing the goodness within. Cubes rustling, swirling, bouncing against the cup rim.

Like our own biographies, your origin is unique and personal. I stashed you into my shirt pocket many late nights fresh from a Whiskey Sour at the bar downtown. You ended up in my day pack on the flight to Honolulu when they teased us with complimentary Mai Tais before landing. And when I had nothing else, I salvaged you from a brush pile to bond with my first White Russian of the night at one of a million bonfires.

The stick that broke the stirring mold however is a story of friendship, late nights, Yellowstone sunsets, and wood stoves. This stick has been around the west, barely dipping below 4,000 feet except for a brief stint in central Wisconsin.

We christened it in our small employee cabin at Roosevelt Lodge in Yellowstone National Park. As Josh and I laid our sleeping bags out on our single mattress, hung cowboy hats on nails in the cross beam and stacked our over-packed clothes on an old, paint-chipped shelf in the corner, the cabin started to become ours. At least for the summer.

On a trip out the door one of us, I forget who, noticed the old radio antennae hanging between a couple of screws in the window frame. As fate would have it, we were in the act of putting together our own concoction of a scotch blend with some lemon cola. A drink we came to love only because between our location and the mercantile available, it's what we were allowed on the cheap. As one of us grabbed it from the wall, hanging so perfectly between those golden screws,our eyes met and our stirring stick was realized.

It provided for us that entire summer, mixing clear and murky alike. It never got washed yet it always mixed the task at hand to a delightful perfection. As we departed our summer jobs we decided that it had to come with us. When we shook hands we memorized the layout of the screws between which it hung after every drink so that we could get it right at its next home. Our agreement was that our stirring stick would travel, since we lived in different states, taking turns in possession. And it has.

That was years ago. Josh and I have exchanged it numerous times since, most recently I handed it back to him in West Yellowstone at the beginning of this summer. It still hasn't been washed, as our agreement called for. And yet it still lives up to its reputation. Indeed, it is an old radio antennae, and yes it still retracts to about a fifth of its extended size despite all the flavor it has picked up along the way.

Some folks prefer the traditional blue and red plastic sticks, with labels and shapes reflecting brands and destinations. My parents have a glass full of them. Some prefer random sticks from the woods while others prefer utensils from the drawer. I've used them all. And while I have no preference between most, I have more memories with our Yellowstone stirring stick of old. I don't know its true origin and I don't need to. For Josh and I, we know where it came from.

And more importantly we know where it's going.

This could be any night...

2008-09-07T21:38:00.002-06:00

...when the Brothers Will get together. Taken on different nights, months apart, I have a selection of pictures from this past summer of nights where we went strong into the wee hours at a pace 3 wide.

No I am not above nights like this. And while this blog is not about just drunken mischievous, certainly it has been a part of my summer's adventures, and that is what this blog is about. So I include it here. It is the most time my brothers and I have spent together in years and I am cherishing it.

As I said, this could be any night, and I hope to live my life to that notion. I love crashing on couches, I love not knowing where I'll end up, and I love all the randomness that comes

along with it! Long live "any night" and pictures like these.

I'm having fun. On a side note, can anyone identify that women for me?

Kayak for Sale

2008-09-06T08:35:00.004-06:00

I just posted my Wilderness Systems kayak for sale on craigslist. If by chance you are reading my blog and interested in a recreational kayak, check out this link:

I am heading towards Duluth and back west through Montana to Portland, OR in the next month, so I can bring it with me. Blogs, what a beautiful resource on so many levels!

NSIM 2008 countdown!

2008-09-05T10:46:00.003-06:00

7 days until the North Shore Inline Marathon in Duluth. I haven't skated since the end of June when I was in Missoula. While I have been active, I am making a push to skate 4-5 times in the next week. I just picked up a brand new pair of Rollerblade inline skates, light and spiffy with an aluminum wheel frame, they are as comfortable as slippers in the morning.

I'm excited.

Tischer and I ran Lake Avenue pre-sunrise this morning. I'm about to head to the Gateway Trail intending to do 10-12 miles. Later, for a Friday trifecta, I think I'll paddle around White Bear Lake at dusk. Skirting dock tips on glass is the best.

Feeling good, feeling alive.