Mt. Adams Ski
Emily and I decided to take advantage of the boiling hot days in Seattle
by driving down to ski the south spur on Mt Adams. We took a leisurely
start from Seattle and began hiking at about 3:30 p.m There was still
quite abit of snow on the road, and we were forced to stop driving about
3.5 miles below the Cold Springs camp ground. Before we had reached the
cold springs trail head, we ran into a guy wondering around with one boot
on. He was so releaved to have found us, because he had been glisading
on the upper mountain by himself, when he inexplicably lost a boot and
became lost on the rest of the decent. We pointed to our path and continued
on our way.
Dave skiing up. Photo by Emily
WIth the addition of the hike up the road, our approach had taken longer
than we had anticipated, and we decided to camp at about 7600 feet rather
than continue all the way up to the lunch counter. We were able to camp
completly out of the snow on a nice rocky area.
Out of the snow and in the sun, it felt like we were
camping in the desert or something..
The wind began blowing as we were going to bed, and the
flapping tent kept us awake. By time we finally got to sleep, we had just
a couple of hours before the alarm was scheduled to go off.
Taking pictures instead of sleeping. Photo by Emily
When we woke up the next morning the wind sounded like it
was really blowing, and we decided to sleep awhile longer and see if it
would die down. Upon waking the second time, it was still pretty windy.
The weather was sunny and clear, but already we felt a little time crunch
because Emily had to be back in Seattle to catch a ferry that night. We
decided that rather than try to summit and risk being turned around by
the wind, we would take a leisurely ski down and do a little sightseeing
on the way home.
Em skiing down the lower slopes
Once we got down into the trees, we couldn't feel any wind
at all and we looked back at the upper mountain with a feeling of hesitation.
We were both teasing outselves with thoughts of skiing back up, but decided
that we had made a good choice considering the ferry situation. Routefinding
got a bit tricky once in the trees. We first ran into a guy wandering
around by himself, who was also very happy to see us. He said that his
GPS had lead him astray and he didn't know where to go. Again, we pointed
to our tracks and continuned on our way. Lower down, we ran into another
group who was also lost. Unfortunatly, they had come from another state
and lost so much time being lost in the lower woods that they never actually
got on track for the summit.
We drove home in the sweltering heat, stopping three times
for popcicles. We stopped for a little while in the most oppressive heat
of the afternoon and cooled off by the columbia river. An hour and a half
further down the road, Emily realised that she had left her shoes back
at the beach!
Happy Emily before she leaves her shoes here.