Ebbetts Pass

We were all transfixed by a pillar near the top of the ridge. Kristine seems to have a deep seated desire to climb all things thumb shaped and this appeared to fit the bill. Chris and I were also intrigued by the pillar and we unanimously agreed to head there and climb it if possible.

Silver Peak

I don't even recall meeting a significant stream crossing when I'd taken the trail in October. Now, it seemed like at least two feet of water buried a fifteen foot stretch of trail.

Dicks Peak

I noticed that they had crampons and axes and realized that they were indeed more prepared than I for such conditions -- apparently they've been doing laps on the trail every day to try to help it melt out! What heroes!

Mts Mallory and Irvine

We clipped into our skis and I started down the steep snow field to see what the route entailed. After descending fifty feet I reached the rocks and was dismayed to see nothing but air on the other side. This was a dead end and a bad one.

Cloudripper

After talking a big game all season, Rafee finally found himself a ski touring setup and was looking to break in his new equipment.

Round Top and Black Butte

To my great delight (if not surprise), Morgan pulled out a couple of beers and we found some seats and had a drink. It was a splendid day to be on top of the world and we spent an hour enjoying the drink, the day, and the company.

Desolation Traverse

We met up at our designated tree which had just enough shade for the four of us. We put our skins out in the sun to dry as much as possible and had a pleasant lunch, enjoying the fine spring weather. All across Lake Aloha, small teardrops of brilliant azure snowmelt accumulated in various low spots.

Matterhorn Peak

I peered over the backside of the couloir and was stunned. From my earlier visit to Whorl Mountain I knew that despite the severity of Matterhorn's north face, its south slope was gentle class 2 talus. The guidebook even mentioned that the East Couloir was the easiest way to gain the summit, so I'd assumed that the West Couloir would be similar. Instead I was presented with a shear granite face.

Mt Morgan

First choice or second, the skiing was delightful. The slope was not as steep nor the snow as deep as I'd found the previous day in the Bloody Couloir, but perhaps it was all the more enjoyable!

Bloody Mountain

The snow was soft and wintry and deep! I left my jacket open, but snow was flying up into my face and into my jacket — who would have guessed there were faceshots to be had in April!?