Valdez to Cordova V

The options were clear and after much deliberation the travelers came to a decision. Wasatch skiers don't get shut down. Turning back would never be an alternative. Hedgehog was concerned because they were definitely not in the Wasatch.

Phase I of "Operation: Creative Swear Combinations" involved exiting the glacier. Sleds were put on furlough and Ox, Honey Badger, and Hedgehog set out to discover a route. Travel was slow, zigs and zags, back and forth, up and down, and finally a path presented itself through the surreal landscape. They were back on terra firma for the first time in a week, but all was not well. A cliff blocked the way to the bushwhack. Honey Badger and Ox rappelled down in order to survey the landscape from a small hill. It looked doable but their fears about the hateful bush whack had been confirmed. The group decided to make "Crag Camp" at the edge of the cliff and set off to retrieve the sleds. Safe glacier travel protocol may not have been followed to the letter.

Hedgehog and an Ice Arch

Honey Badger Practicing Safe Glacier Travel

Departing "Crag Camp"

The bush whack lived up to the hype.

"Sweet and sour chicken nuts!," declared Hedgehog.

"Rooster cocks!," observed Ox.

"Frozen mixed vegetable dicks!," opined Honey Badger.

"See WAC, they are losing there minds! Just as I had planned!"

"Oh master, you are ever so clever!"

After 6 hours Hedgehog, Badger, and Ox managed to descend the 400' of vertical to the banks of the Rude River. The Rude was mostly open water with precious few snow bridges. When the river bent left, the thicket hugged the right side and the snow-covered gravel bar would be on the left. Cross or fight the alders? This decision had to be made annoyingly often. Sometimes there was a bridge, sometimes not. At first the crossings were novel and nerve-racking but they quickly became commonplace and mundane. The valley began to widen allowing the Rude to separate into a multitude of small channels, many of them still frozen. Crossings became much less hazardous allowing the pace to quicken. Spirits rose and as the light began to fade an idyllic campsite appeared.

The next morning Ox, Badger, and Hedgehog lingered. The sun that was filtering through the high, thin clouds was sufficient to dry the gear in the tents. Things were looking up. Technically they were traveling on the West Fork of the Rude River and the confluence with the East Fork lay a few miles off in the distance. Overnight temperatures had reduced water flow to mere trickle allowing for efficient travel.

Where East meets West, the valley triples in size. West Rude had the good fortune of meandering through a narrow valley blanketed in shadows; the Main Rude suffered no such luxury. River water was not locked in ice and open water returned both wider and deeper. The Rude Valley endured the full effect of the sun. Snow on the gravel bars had all but disappeared. Gravel and drift wood as far as the eye could see. Ski boots and sleds would not make for easy travel over this wasteland.

A Bleak Reality

"Astronaut cocks!," posited Hedgehog.

"Kitten penises!," noted Ox.

"Platypus nuts!," announced Honey Badger.

However, there was no turning back. They had to pull, and pull they did. For hauling sleds, ice is better than snow which is better than river rock which is preferred to gravel which is far superior to wet sand. Gravel and wet sand to the horizon with patches of ice. The siren song of the ice lured them into the wet sand. The Warlock grinned. Muscles strained. Aches, first dull then sharp, howled their displeasure with each step. And then came the rain.

"Operation: Creative Swear Combinations" was in full effect, and spirits were once again leveled.

"Master! Master you have defeated them!," cackled WAC.

"Their spirit was strong but now they are weak. Put on "A Picture of Nectar!" Play it loud!"

"You are a clever and tricksy master!"

But that old Wasatch stubborn "I don't get shut down" mentality was engrained in the psyche of the travelers and despite being far from home progress continued....

-Hedgehog

Valdez to Cordova IV

The Warlock relished in his domination over the travelers. He allowed himself 1 glass of Red Zinfandel, but that led to another, and then another. The Warlock ordered that "Slip, Stitch, and Pass" be played at maximum volume. He finished the bottle and WAC fetched a second, and later a third....

The weary travelers finished digging in for the night when the storm suddenly lifted. Fading sunlight bathed the camp. Gear began to dry. A quick check of the map allowed Honey Badger to pinpoint their location. The mountain in front of them was a nunatak and from this aerie it would be possible to descend down the Cordova Glacier the next morning with no additional climbing. Hedgehog made a quick ski lap above camp. Honey Badger scouted the route for the next day. Haul Ox began to concoct a terrific dinner.

The Storm Breaks

The thermometer plunged that night, but the trio slept great. The clear and cold dawn arrived early and tempted our friends to linger in their warm, dry sleeping bags. Weather like this was a rare misstep by the Warlock, and such an opportunity can not be wasted. With bellies full and spirits lifted, camp was packed quickly and they were off!

Easy Travel

With the benefit of clear skies the team made excellent progress. Honey Badger led them down and around the nunatak and back on course. Navigation meetings were frequent but consensus was easy. They confidently descended off of the minor ice cap and onto the Cordova Glacier. Exhausted and jubilant, the trio stopped for the evening. They marveled at their luck and progress. The next day would be treacherous because a jumbled ice fall waited patiently just beyond the camp.

The Ice Falls Lie in Wait

The Warlock awoke late in the day with a throbbing skull cramp.

"Arggggh!!! WAC what time is it?"

"It is dinner time!"

"Is eating all you can think about? You're a fool! How have the travelers fared while I slumbered?"

"They are doing quite well, Master. They are happy and nearing the toe of the glacier!"

"Excellent, my plan is working. Their spirits will soon be crushed!"

Morning was grey but the visibility was decent. Early morning scouting missions gave Ox courage for the ice fall. With probe in hand he led Honey Badger and Hedgehog into a life-size version of Marble Madness. They negotiated fins, heaves, crevasses, and other surreal features. Sometimes down, sometimes across. Progress was slow but palpable. The glacier rolled over revealing a large smooth portion before them. The pace quickened and toe of the glacier came into view. The horrible vision stopped them in their tracks.

The glacier had receded back several miles. Where the map stubbornly displayed an exit ramp of ice was in reality a deep chasm with the sound of churning water rushing through it. Impassable on skis, impassable on foot, impassable anyway you looked at it. There was a route down to the river, but it was not pretty. It involved leaving the glacier early and voluntarily entering into a soul purifying bushwhack down to a river that had open water. The easier option would be to retrace the track back up the Cordova Glacier and descend back towards Valdez. Defeat or willingly take a 3 day beating? They stared in disbelief at the course forward.

The New & Improved Toe of the Cordova Glacier

The Chasm Begins in the Bottom Right

Will the Warlock win? Will WAC get his dinner? What path will our friends choose? Find out tomorrow unless Hedgehog is too drunk to write.

- Hedgehog

Valdez to Cordova III

While our friends slept in their comfy burrows forces were conspiring against them. Far away in another place, a fading beauty named the Warlock and his henchman, WAC, were following the trio's progress closely.

"Make them suffer, Master!!"

"Patience, you dolt," snapped back the Warlock.

Dawn broke slowly and snowy. 18" blanketed the ground by the time Ox got breakfast going. The route up to the glacier was steep, so the team decided to scout the route that morning leaving the camp set up. After a few hours of deep trail-breaking, the glacier was in sight and it was time to peal the skins. The turns were soft and quick as they raced silently through the trees back to camp. Snow continued to pound throughout the night. The storm showed no signs of letting up at the next dawn, but Ox, Hog, and Badger broke camp determined to make progress. Snows had erased all evidence of yesterday's skinner, so they opted to jettison some food to make weight. With the sleds loaded the uphill slog commenced. Honey Badger broke trail while Hedgehog and Haul Ox took the two sleds.

Pepper Jack: You are dismissed!

Snow continued to fall, but visibility was good in the trees. Badger had to help pull the sleds up the steeper sections and Hog and Ox had to swap in and out of the power sled position (1st sledder). As vertical grew between them and the camp, vegetation was getting smaller and more spread out. The route chosen the day before led onto a thin strip of land separated by two chasms. Above tree-line visibility went to zero. After a short deliberation, Chasms Deep camp was carved into the snow.

Chasms Deep Camp with Meteorite & Satellite in the Background

That evening after 48 hours and 30" inches the snow let up and visibility returned. Badger and Hog used the window to put in the skinner (again) to the toe of the glacier. This scouting mission not only established the route for the next day, but was important for breaking a wide trail for the sleds. Flurries continued through the night, but in the morning the trail to the ice was still in good shape. However, visibility was decidedly poor. Despite this, Honey Badger, Haul Ox, and Hedgehog headed up into the white.

Once on the glacier with the yesterday's scouting trail behind them, the real work began. Slow, deliberate travel through deep, untracked snow all whilst in a whiteout. A 12' piece of thin cordelette tied to a ski pole functioned as a whip. The trail-breaker would use a fly-fishing technique to slap the snow producing a distinct mark in the snow that was used to locate where the sky ended and the earth began. Higher they climbed with no landmarks. A break here and there would reveal large land forms prompting our friends to hastily correlate the features to the map. Two days of whiteout travel brought them to the cusp of the high point of the quest. Evenings typically cleared enough to reveal the grandeur through which they traveled. It would also reveal an inefficient zig-zag skin track.

Ox Navigating / Breaking / Whipping

The next morning spirits were high as they were only 400' from the high point. Armed with a compass, map, and whip; Ox began to navigate. We quickly gained the apex and were heading down a gentle slope. The hard earned vertical began to melt away slowly, but not slow enough. Something was not right. The GPS was consulted. The gizmo whirred, beeped, and clacked. Diodes flashed on and off in brilliant colors. It's gears toiled together as it ground out the answer:

"Beep, boo, beep, beep, ANALYSIS: You are fucked," it said in it's best robot impression.

The course was corrected and the team climbed East, paying closer attention to the compass.

"ANALYSIS: You are still fucked."

Fortunately the batteries quickly died on Know-It-All. Ox held steady on the easterly course. They climbed up out of the drainage back to the high point of the planned route, 4,850'. The whiteout would not yield, and Ox's gaze was fixed upon the needle. But East kept climbing: 4900, 5000, 5100, 5200, and at 5300 a large mountain appeared out of the fog, wind, and snow blocking the way forward. It was time to regroup. Defeated, Haul Ox, Hedgehog, and Honey Badger began the arduous task of building another camp for the night. Spirits were low.

The Navigator and the Power Sledder

"Excellent work, Master! Listen to them swear. They suffer! They suffer!," WAC cheerfully exclaimed.

"Stop your non-sensical rambling, you idiot, and put on "Hoist," growled the Warlock.

Hurt and humbled, WAC complied.

- Hedgehog

Goat Head Couloir: April 10

Goat Head is a sneaky bastard: a Wasatch style couloir hidden in plain sight in the Chugach. She boasts 3,000' vertical, a 5 minute approach from pavement, and continuous 40°+. The couloir rarely (if ever) gets wider than 25' and often it is half that. The crux is definitely the "Improbable Left" at about 1,200'. When booting this gem, alders loom in your future. Just below the springy whips exists the "Improbable Left." It doesn't look like much even once you're committed, but have faith. It twists and turns and gets steep (48°) and narrow and after 10 minutes, it opens up and your back in 42° land. The snow was great today (1:30 PM). There are two piles of debris below the crux, one old (not bad) and one new (a bit of the old side step / side slip). The crux catches a lot of AM sun and will become more cruxy as the melting continues.

Thanks to the Noodler for the hot tip.

- Vladimir Pucholt

Looking Down above the Crux

Looking Down below the Crux

Valdez to Cordova II

A Honey Badger, a Haul Ox, and a Hedgehog walk into a bar accompanied by an EMT.

Ox and Badger get Irish Car Bombs while Hedgehog proceeds to crush beer after beer. After too many beers Hedgehog orders a round of Baja Fogs. Honey Badger passes out on the bar. Eventually the EMT leaves. Ox and Hog continue to slay beers. Bar Maid calls a taxi and the 3 stinky beasts load up. Ox advises the cabbie to pull over to facilitate a Badger vomit session. The cabbie drops the 3 at the cabin where Badger vomits 3 more times much to the delight of Haul Ox and Hedgehog. Soon after they all pass out in their own filth.

Sorry if you were expecting a punch line, but this is based on a true story. How did our furry woodland friends find themselves in this predicament? Well, let's start at the beginning...

The plan was to ski from Valdez to Cordova starting at Browns Canyon (250'). There would be ample time to set up multiple base camps to attack large ski objectives. From Upper Browns Basin, they would ascend a glacier, cross a small ice-field, and descend the Cordova Glacier to the Rude River. From here it would be an effortless trek to the sea on the frozen river. A quick 2,500' climb followed by a sublime ski descent would bring them to the front door of the Power Creek Cabin. Mother Nature didn't care much for this plan.

Our friends went "Into the Wild" on March 24th with 2 fully loaded sleds with considerably more gear than that archetype of failure, Alexander Supertramp. The sleds were heavy, but the snow was supportable. The beasts' muscles struggled with the new assignment. Progress was steady and the sounds from the road faded. The walls on either side of the creek grew steadily and the 3 soon found themselves in a small canyon. Haul Ox and Hedgehog dropped weight and scouted upriver. Impassable. Honey Badger espied a gully on the looker's right that would go. With saw in hand Badger sent the booter. After 3-4 trips each, the load was shuttled to the top and the sleds rebuilt.

Impassable Chasm the First

After the shuttle, the friends quickly came upon a snow machine trail and progress improved. Honey Badger picked up the smell of a campfire and pushed on to the source: a Valdez High School wilderness survival class. Josh, the instructor, gave the 3 advice regarding the route and other possibilities. Soon after, the team made camp under Meteorite.

The North Ramp of Meteorite (5,000' from Summit to Creek)

The next day witnessed a futile attempt on Meteorite. After about 1,800', the snow became very firm and cramp-ons would be necessary to ascend further.

Turns Low on Meteorite

The team descended quickly to Camp 1, but Ox noticed his binding was amiss. Something about a pin and plate; action was necessary. Back at camp a plan was hatched:

1. Ox would leave post-haste on a mad dash for the road to beg, borrow, or steal a replacement heal piece


2. In the morning Honey Badger and Hedgehog would move camp higher up the valley

The Fellowship was broken.

The duo broke camp and trudged further on up the canyon. The 2nd chasm came into view. Hedgehog and Badger dropped weight and scouted ahead. Open water flooded the narrows wall to wall. They would have to pass high on the right side. Bags were removed from the sleds and shuttling commenced. One bag at a time across three gullies. The arduous task was finally completed and who should appear? Ox! Badger and Hog were not impressed with his tales of salmon dinners and beers. However, they were extremely impressed with his suss. Ox had somehow scored a replacement heal piece on his fantastic journey. The reunited team pushed on passing under many fine looking couloirs. Camp was made at dusk. The flats were behind them and team settled in for much needed rest.

But throughout the night, the snows came and they would overstay their welcome...

-Hedgehog

Valdez to Cordova Camps

For you GPS / google earth savvy folks, here are the locations of our camps:

"Couloir" Camp (Camp 2): N 60°57.444', W 145°55.063'

"Chasms Deep" (3): N 60°56.909', W 145°53.902'

"Bat Wing" (4): N 60°55.440', W145°50.083'

High Camp (5): N 60°53.885°, W 145°45.397'

Lost Camp (6): N 60°52.104', W 145°41.965'

Toe Camp (7): N 60°49.512', W 145°34.305'

Crag Camp (8): N 60°49.135', W 145°33.399'

Upper Rude (9): N 60°46.812', W 145°31.712'

Wet Camp (10): N 60°40.535', W 145°35.387'

Pick-up Point N 60°39.641', W 145°39.760'

Weather, heavy snow, white-outs, low snow, open rivers, heavy loads, and route finding made for slow going. There were multiple times where we had to shuttle gear making it necessary to cover the same ground multiple times. Bush-whacking made for slow going too. Often in the evening after camp was set up, we would set out in the evening to break trail through deep snow, so the track would be in for the next day. Please don't think too poorly of us.

Photos and prose to follow shortly.

U.K.

Valdez to Cordova Short Videos

Some youtube links. Just click on the links.

Cordova Glacier

Rude 1

Rude 2

Valdez to Cordova I

We are now resting safely back in Anchorage. It was an incredible trip and we learned loads. Yesterday we finished up our final bushwhack / salt marsh slog / river crossings and caught a harrowing boat ride to Cordova. New friends drove us to the Skaters Cabin on the edge of town where the wood stove was already cranking out the heat. Stories were swapped, whiskey was drank, sushi appeared, and gear was dried, and on to the bar where things got hazy.

Thanks to those who helped us achieve our goal: Rusty, Barry, Gordon, Torry, Josh, John, Ernie, Marley, and Annie K!

Details and photos over the next few days.

U.K.

Rainbow Peak

Just some of the great views from Rainbow Peak on Monday. After this bluebird day it was right back to the 2011 dump-a-thon. This season is really sizing up with nearly a 200" base and this next storm could push the average to 600". I couldn't agree more the words of The Prophet regarding the Dick Coaster. Don't forget the aggressive closures prompted by Oh'no & Tight-Ass. Too much time in the canyon can make people crusty. Crusty people tend to want to spread their misery. Names may need to be added to the "D.T.C. for life" list.

Upper Hogum

The Pfiefferhorn

Thunder Ridge

Helmet Cam: Rainbow Peak

Soggybottom Boyz

After i missed there call on Monday night i decided to carry my phone on me at all times! i also put it on speaker and vibrate just to make sure i didn't miss it. Thursday morning while i was shopping for breakfast off it goes and to my excitement Bret was on the other side! Now the last missed phone call i received stated that they decided to stay on the original route that was supposedly impassable. Talking to Bret they decided to stay with it because they new it and....well i guess we'll see if it is impassable. The past few days they have been getting dumped on, and it came in wet, heavy and with a vengeance! Needless to say wet bodies, lots of snow and heavy packs have made this pretty slow going. As of Thursday they had made it to the highest point on there route where, Wortmanns, Woodworth and Browns Glacier all meet up (which looking at the map I believe is around 5000) and they would be starting there decent onto the Cordova Glacier and into Cordova through Rude Lake. Its been alot of ups and downs, but this morning Bret said they woke to clear skies and BEAUtiful peaks, which makes it all worth while! I plan to talk to them Saturday morning so i will keep ya posted!

Mountain Cristo

We went in search of lifeforms of higher intelligence last evening in the Wasatch Mtns. No luck this time, just another heady morning of universal connections. Once the nostalgia of a sunrise over the turquoise mtns wore off, we had a business meeting. On top of Mountain Cristo, cell phone coverage was kind spotty. Dont tell anyone, but I heard Dick Ass I mean Dick Bass (Snowbird Ski Resorts President/Owner whatever, basically the rich Texan ass clown and local asshole who wants to put a ROLLER COASTER up Superior)... also wants to put a Cell Phone tower on Monte Cristo! WELLLLLL you know what I want to do? Somehow get rid of all these rich, old, soulless, and heartless business tycoons who have been fuckin shit up in the world for way to long. Dick Bass, Dick Cheney, Dick whoever, all the Dicks of the world need to leave this earth. Its way to special of a place for assholes like ya'll to be ruining it in so many ways....If all the Dicks of the world were ever found in LOT, wooks would have then hanging upside down from a tree with their mouths duct taped and a sheet of doses duct taped to their sweaty foreheadz.

On a lighter note, it was pretty fun laying down some eights on the "edge of the world," and skiing above Disney World I mean Snowbird and the Salt Lake Valley.

3 Men and a Hemingway

Update from ol'ALASKA! I talked to Stef today around 1:30, he had just hiked back to Valdez from Brown Creek Glacier,(where he left Bret and Keith) they made it about 3 miles in. After talking to a guy who had been out there, they realized that the original route (coming out Cordova Glacier from rude lake) was going to be impassible due to an icey chunky field. ( I kinda went in and out of service wth Stef ,so after work I listened to his voicemail and am writing this via the voicemail!)

The new plan as of this afternoon is, from Browns Glacier they will meet up with Wortmans Glacier to Woodworth Glacier, then to Tanzuna Glacier meeting with Tanzuna River to the Copper River where they will follow a road to Million $ Bridge< which is 40 miles outside of Cordova. There they will take a taxi maybe? and fly out back to Keiths on April 7. They are doing well, the peaks are amazing, but not covered with very much snow.

The goal now is to figure out a way through the maze! Luckily a handle of whisky and a hemingway are there to help them find there way! good Luck boyz! ............stay tuned for the next update em and ella

NY Alpine

In the Adirondacks big alpine ski/snowboard mountaineering objectives have around a 3 week window to get them ticked off. The combination of a deep enough snow pack, sunny days with temps in the 40's and night time temps below freezing are the limiting factors that make the window so short. Combine the slim weather window with trying to get time off and have a motivated partner and it is really hard to get things done. One objective that I have wanted to tick for awhile is the North Face of Gothics to the True North Slide. This 1,100 ft. climb is 4.5 miles from the road. Combine this climb with a decent of the True North Slide and you have an objective that is not just good for the East Coast but good anywhere. Luckily Sara was motivated, had the time free and to top it off the weather was supposed to be perfect. Thursday 3/17/11 was go time.

8:00am - Start skinning in. Throw in a few swollen river crossings for good measure.

11:30am - The North Face of Gothics is finally in view

12:00pm - Strap on the crampons, put on harnesses, tie in and start climbing. The huge crown in the background is from a natural slide that probably happened the week before when we got slammed with 30" of snow.

2:00pm - Still climbing due to several factors. One being that both of my crampons came off almost simultaneously while over 100ft out from any pro. After sorting that out we had to take a more wandering line to summit so that you did not have to front point as much.

3:00pm - Sara about 3/4 of the way up the face. We simiclimbed a lot of it but did belay 3 "pitches" where there was steeper ice that you had to front point.

4:00pm - Finally topping out! We did go to the summit and actually rode off right from the true summit. Something that I guess is really rare to be able to do.

5:00pm - What we came to do. RIDE DOWN! This is about 3/4 of the way down the True North Slide.

5:10pm - Almost to the bottom of the True North Slide.

5:30 - After getting back to the trail we switched back to ski mode and started the 4.5 mile skin out.

9:00pm - Finally back to the car! 13 hours on the go. The best long alpine day I have had all year. Certainly the best day ever on the East Coast for me. What a way to celebrate St. Patricks Day. Thanks SG for being so awesome!

-WR

Shakespeare & Whittier Glaciers

Everyone has a peak to stalk. For Hubert, it's Mountain Bard. Bard looms high above Portage Lake just west of Whittier. We elected to pay the $12 tunnel toll to start in Whittier instead of crossing Portage Lake. After exiting the tunnel we turned right at the National Forest access signage. The road crosses the tracks and meanders through the thicket. Eventually the plowing ends at a WWII bomb shelter. We geared up and followed the road past another 5 shelters and up a frozen creek to Portage Pass.

Hubert at the Pass

(Portage Glacier and Portage Lake in the Background)

From the pass, Bard towers overhead so we decided on the directisimo up the NE Face. The skinner steepened and the booting was underway. The snow got firm and out came the axe and clamp-ons. The route was fast becoming spicy, cruxy, and generally unfriendly, so we clicked in and schussed down to the Shakespeare Glacier. Plan B was to skin up the glacier and gain a high ridge. Hubert elected to center punch the glacier rather than follow the existing meandering track.

"I would give all my fame for a pot of Fresca"

William Shakespeare, Henry V

We eventually (and uneventfully) gained the ridge between Bard and Shakespeare Shoulder at about 3,000' and the wind was ripping. The ridge looked relatively straight forward but the wind was starting to pick up. After a short deliberation, we pealed the skins and dropped in on the Whittier Glacier.

Looking Down on the Whittier Glacier and Prince William Sound

The Whittier Glacier was very variable, a common theme this year. Eventually we popped out at a play ground in the town of Whittier. After a quick juice box break we began the 3 mile walk back to the other trailhead. A 20 mph headwind made the walk a bit of slog, but it went quick.

Mountain Maynard between Whittier and Portage

Hubert didn't summit his peak, but he didn't get a restraining order either. Armed with critical personal information, the stalker will increase the lurking over the next few weeks in an attempt to persuade his victim to yield to his prowess.

- George Hardy

Sawtooths Bench Hut

Here is a random asshartment of photos taking from a lovely ski vacation to the Sawooths in Idahoe dis March Madness.

Snuffulunkugus, Douggie Washburns, Mr. Mogul, The Lumberjack Special, Savage Beast, 86 Suburu, and Tatonka en route to the hut.

Two smiling boyz eager to mount the Boyscout Bulge on Mountain Gramps Mogul.

Somones getting butterflys in their stomach approaching the Boyscout Bulge


Okay your on sanny! Nooooo I was on sanny yesterday!

The Boyscout Bulge was skied freed by 2 boyz on this trip. You can see redfish lake below.

View of the cute little Boyscout Col. on Mountain Gramps Mogul.

Douglas Washburn, Freewheeler, Big Buff, and the Juicebox micro-manager on top of Petzoldt on Mountain Heyburn.

Big Buff in deep pow WOW on Mountain Heyburn
Mountain Heyburn and Mountain Triangle at funrise.
Being good little Boyz, we got a flat of juice boxes for our hydrational saftey.
One of us couldn't wait and finished their portion on the ride up. Bad boy!
Senor...

Big Buff putting it deep in the Boyscout



Someone was bonking really hard finding their way back to the hut.