Showing posts with label Adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adventure. Show all posts

Friday, October 21, 2016

Aialik Bay Sea Kayak - May 2016

What to do for Memorial Day weekend? Zack suggested Marcus Baker - after playing that game of Russian Roulette a few weeks ago, I was not ready to risk getting stuck in a snowcave for a week. We considered skate skiing across the Harding Icefield. Wasting good weather on flat snow seemed a bit of a sin.

We settled on a kayak around Aialik Bay. First, Andalyn and I needed to reserve rental kayaks for the weekend. This would involve convincing the staff at Miller's Landing that we actually had a chance of doing a wet exit and rentry. Fortunately, the person I talked to was a new hire and knew even less about kayaking than me. They seemed to think that field hydrology in small arctic streams would carry over to flailing around in freezing water next to a calving glacier. Maybe it does?

By 6 AM on Saturday, the new employee had done a thorough enough job bungling our reservation, that the last thing the water taxi was worried about was whether or not we could safely operate a kayak. So, there we were, on a deserted beach on a beautiful morning in Aialik Bay.

We paddled across the bay towards a white sand beach. The glassy morning water bent and stretched with big rollers from the Gulf of Alaska. The only disturbance to the surface came from whales spouting in the distance.

Reaching the white sands we hopped out, took a nap, then Andalyn and I went for a walk. Meanwhile, a black bear strolled past Zack and Khalial as they slept in the warm sun. What a great start to an adventure!


Refreshed we jumped back in the boats and continued up the bay. At Holgate Arm we turned left and paddled towards the glaciers.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

North Marcus Baker Ski - May 2016

Marcus Baker is scary. Rising 13,000 feet straight out of the Prince William Sound, it turns benign southerly winds into storms, storms into blizzards, and blizzards into monsters. There are so many stories: 11 days in a snow cave, snow caves filling in too fast to dig out, time to dig mansions underground. So, when forecast run after forecast run showed a strong high pressure window forming, the destination seemed obvious.

Next up was putting together a last minute team with the requisite rope, glacier, skiing, and avalanche experience for a smash and grab mission. Mary and Sarah were available, and as usual, up for anything. After a frantic night of packing we pulled into Mike Meekin's Sheep Mountain air strip 8 AM on Friday. First, Mike would take me out with the gear, then the ladies would follow. Lifting off the gravel airstrip above budding trees it was hard to believe it could be winter anywhere. 5 minutes later, the cracked surface of the Matanuska Glacier was below us.


Melt ponds already forming on the glacier surface:


Mike briefly distracted me from the scenery because he had just returned from a packraft/SuperCub brown bear hunt that he had to show me pictures of. Looking up from his phone, the glacier started to curve away to the south.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Sheep Glacier Ski Trip - April 2016

Its 6:30 on Saturday morning and rain is pattering down on the roof above my bed. We're supposed to be flying into the High Talkeetnas this morning - its hard to believe it will happen with the rain. A call to Last Frontier Air Ventures reveals that its actually "blue" up north and go time.

In Palmer we scramble to jam our glorified car-camping gear into the helicopter and do a safety briefing. Andalyn notices that the finger the pilot repeatedly uses to point at the rotor doesn't have its tip. After a liability waver that looks more like a volunteer signup for a trail crew party we're off the ground and above the snowless Matanuska Valley. At Granite Creek Patrick turns north into the mountains. Popping over the first ridge, there's mountain...


...after snowy mountain.


A few minutes later, the Sheep Glacier comes into view: its big, smooth, and ringed by glaciated peaks and granite spires quintessential to the Talkeetna Mountains.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Little Switzerland Ski Trip - April 2015

It was a Friday afternoon in April, I was sitting at my desk, twiddling with a database, and contemplating how my life needed more adventure. A text came in from Amy: we’re bailing on the Whale’s Tail Traverse, want to go to Little Switzerland on Sunday?
The Colony Glacier.

I met Amy once while skiing Turnagain Pass the previous week. I’d never met Susan or Mary. Was this crazy? I had not been paying attention to the Alaska Range weather and needed to ask around. A text came back from Joe: "The snowpack should be fat and stable. Go”
Looking down from the Munchkin.

By Saturday morning I’d decided. After a call to my boss for clearance, I started to pack. Malcolm ran me thru a glacier travel refresher. I stopped by Alex and Robert’s to borrow a few pieces of gear.

Home sweet home.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Sheep Creek Packraft - 6.7.2015

I've wanted to do the Sheep Creek fly-in trip for a while now. But, making it happen has been a challenge. We had planned on doing it the previous weekend, but at the 3 PM the day before the pilot discovered that Crossover Lake was still frozen.

Peering into the Kashwhitna River headwaters.

We spent the rest of the day hemming and hawing between options, eventually deciding on to float from Curry Whistlestop followed by the Redgate section on Willow Creek.

Yay, not frozen!

The next week brought cool temperatures and rain to Southcentral. When Cody landed on Crossover Lake on Friday it was 34 degrees and raining. 
 
Are we going to fit on that little lake?

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Japanuary 2015

Skiers have a dream of floating through empty trees while huge snowflakes fall around us. It’s seemingly silent as the new snow drowns all sounds. Stopping to look up, individual flakes materialize and drift down from an infinite mass above.
The beginning.

That dream was my image of Japan. With the sun barely 7 degrees above the horizon at noon, I wasn’t going to spend all of January in Alaska.
The first lift ride.

The planning began back in July with an email to Miles Clark. The response: I’m in Indo surfing, getting over dengue fever, call me.
Free refills on day one.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Nancy Lakes Ice Skate - November 2014

People put a lot of time into thinking about why they like skiing. To some its a religion, to others a way of life. I try to avoid deep thoughts, but with no sign of snow on either the horizon, I'm trying harder to avoid cabin fever.

The plan was to connect 16 lakes spread over 35 km into a loop of hiking and skating.

As the dry weather has persisted, we've started to hear about skating the Nancy Lakes canoe portage. People do it wearing nordic ice skates and skate ski boots, quickly clicking in and out of their skates for the short walks between the lakes.


This sounded great, and it would be Friday - no one would be interested in renting skates for such a fringe sport. On Thursday night I got a sad call from Malcolm that, indeed, this fringe sport had followers, and AMH was rented out.

No need to de-skate for moss.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Kesugi Ridge - 9.28.2013

Kesugi Ridge is one of those "Alaska Must Do" activities. Running from the northeast to the southwest, the ridge parallels the Alaska Range, allowing one to spend days in the tundra staring straight at Denali, Foraker, and the other giants of the range. The ridge has three components; each of which can be done in separate chunks or as one epic. Last Friday, Alex and I headed north after work to check out the Little Coal Creek to Ermine Hill section. I needed to be back in town on Sunday, so we figured we'd just knock out the 30 km section in one day. Much of the trail was covered in boot deep snow, and strong winds battered us all day - basically it felt like the end of September at 60 degrees north. We got little peeks of the Alaska Range giants through the clouds, but the cloud level generally stayed low throughout the day. But, each peek brought that exhilarating feeling of newness and adventure. Alex and I think its quite possible to run the entire 45 km traverse in one day, I'm looking forward to doing it next summer!

This post is a little different. My pictures have been geotagged and linked to a map. Click the map below to check it out!

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Johnson Pass MTB - 9.8.2013

As we all know, I'm not a morning person. Last Sunday was a typical morning for me: I slept in, saw that it was raining, and immediately decided that it was going to be a horrible day. Around 9:30 I thought I might as well check the forecast, discovering that it was supposed to be quite nice in the afternoon. I figured I'd get some chores done and head out for a short afternoon ride. Around noon I realized I should take advantage of the good weather and get out for a longer ride.

It was a bit late to look for adventure buddies or a car shuttle, but, regardless, by 2 PM I was at the trailhead with 40 km of singletrack followed by a 50 km return on the road ahead of me. I always struggle with getting intimidated by long rides; with the prospect of bears, bad weather, and sunset this was no exception.

The first bit of the ride through forests and meadows was flat, mellow, and fast. Looking back northwest towards the trailhead:


The trail crosses several beautiful glacial streams as it slowly gains elevation towards the Pass. Bench Creek:


Endless deserted singletrack:


Saturday, August 17, 2013

2012-2013 Season Retrospect - Drought, Injury, Blower & Spines

August is here, and as usual, it brings with it the itch for winter. At the same time, I'm reminded of just how awesome last season was. Looking back, it was filled with:

new terrain,


big terrain,


broken sleds,

Photo: Nick Matisse

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Cordova by Air - 6.19.2013

Last week Rachel and our awesome roommate Megan had the great idea of taking me flightseeing for my birthday. We started on Lake Eyak, just down the road from our house, flew west over town, then followed Orca Inlet southwest to the Gulf of Alaska. From there we flew over the amazingly green Copper River Delta headed for the Sheridan Glacier. After flying over the incredibly deep crevasses of the Sheridan, we turned around, passing the Scott Glacier and its braided river before following the Copper River highway back towards town and the lake. Needless to say, it was a great birthday activity!

The Lake Eyak runway:


Our little home:


The Russian fishing camp:

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Alaganik Slough Adventure - 6.14.2013

With the time until I get on the boat quickly dwindling I've been jonesing to get out for some exciting adventures. Friday morning's rain didn't have me feeling particularly motivated, but with the afternoon forecast calling for improving weather I headed out after lunch for a kayak adventure on the Copper River Delta.

The previous night at the bar I'd talked to our friend Micah about a possible adventure where I'd use a car shuttle to float 20 km down the delta to the gulf, then paddle 10 km back up, then ride my bike 25 km back to my car. If I timed it right I would be able to use the outgoing tide to pull me towards the gulf and use the incoming tide to push me back upriver.

I dropped my bike at the Alaganik Slough boat ramp and drove up the road to what I hoped would be an appropriate put in.

The "marine layer" holding strong:


Eventually I found this little stream next to the road; no streams had crossed the road since I crossed the Alaganik, so I figured this would probably feed into it. Apparently its called Wrong Way Creek, go figure...


Things started out a bit slow with plenty of downed trees and shallow spots blocking the way. But, pretty soon it got deeper and faster, which I was stoked on; until I found myself pinned against a snag, immediately followed by an unceremonious flipping and a swim.
Approaching a more reasonable level for my novice kayak skills:



Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Ruby Horsethief Canyon Raft - May 2013

On the way to Vernal for our canyoneering adventure, I met up with Kristin for a mellow float down the Ruby Horsethief Canyon. The departure from Boulder was a bit hectic as I had to race my bike up to my dad's house outside of Nederland to take his camper off his truck (which, of course, fell and briefly pinned my arm under it). After jacking the camper off of my arm and, as usual, running late, I headed for Fruita.

Kristin had set up a duckie rental from Rimrock Adventures and somehow we were on the water at the Loma put in before sunset:


Not quite dark yet...


With my epicly late start, we planned to camp just a short distance into the Horsethief Canyon at Rattlesnake Canyon. Also, this way we could get up early and head straight up Rattlesnake Canyon towards the Rattlesnake Arches. Early the next morning we started the hike towards the arches. The hike was rather long, loose and hot. Not to mention the almost total lack of a trail.

Part way up, looking across the Colorado River at the downright awesome mountain biking of the Loma/Kokopelli Loops:


Thursday, May 30, 2013

Lower Buckwater Draw Canyoneering - May 2013

After a downright lazy float down the Ruby Horsethief Canyon, Kristin and I headed north to spend a couple days exploring the Vernal area with Mike McMahon. Kristin and Mike had heard about some relatively unknown slots near Dinosaur National Monument that we decided to check out. Our googling skills are apparently a bit sub par, so the day started with a nice 5 km hike under the scorching sun to the North Buckwater Draw.


Who would think there could be a slot in there?


We dropped into the draw a bit early, which led to some lovely bushwhacking and probably explains Kristin's tick problem - hopefully she doesn't get Lyme Disease or Spotted Feaver. In retrospect, this bluff marks the appropriate place to drop.


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Nederland -> Winter Park -> Boulder

Since starting to ride consistently two years ago, I've wanted to ride from Nederland to Winter Park and then back to Boulder. Two years ago we rode from Ned over to Winter Park via the Jenny Creek trail and the Guinn Mountain Cabin trail. Those trails were really punishing to ride up, and I will never do that again.

After a couple of years of exploring, Ethan and I came up with a route with less biking/walking through trails covered in bowling ball like rocks. The day started at 6:50 at the Boulder bus station, by 7:45 we were on our bikes in Ned.


From there we followed Eldora Road to the Shelf Road to Eldora Ski Area. Following the summer maintenance roads, we were at the top of the front side an hour after getting on our bikes in Ned. Looking east into the morning haze:


Next, we jumped on Xcel's pipeline trail which we would follow until meeting Rollins Pass Road above Yankee Doodle Lake. 15 minutes later we reached the western edge of the ski area.


James Peak to the south:


Once past the ski area, the pipeline trail becomes a single track or bushwhack, and the going gets much slower:


As we neared treeline, the beautiful James Peak Wilderness and Yankee Doodle Lake came into view:


Two hours after leaving Ned, a short hike-a-bike brought us to the Rollins Pass Road; South Arapahoe to the North:


At this point the road splits until the summit of Rollins Pass, last time we rode here we made the mistake of taking the southern route, it's essentially two miles of climbing through a scree field. The northern route, on the other hand, is smooth and crosses over the cool old train trestles:


45 minutes of above treeline double track and 2:45 after leaving Ned, we were at the top of Rollins Pass. Skyscraper looking icy:


With dark clouds already building to the west, we quickly headed towards Winter Park, following the road until we reached treeline. Then we jumped onto some random unmarked moto trails:


Several years ago a friend of mine tried to ride from Ned to Winter Park, instead ending up in Tabernash, I thought this was ridiculous. But, after miles of following this trail away from WP I started to wonder if the same thing would happen to us.


Fortunately, after some thoroughly complicated directions "home" from a rather confused hiker, we ended up on the outskirts of Frasier. And, were soon eating a quick lunch in Winter Park. The weather was still holding, so we started the long grind up the Rollins Pass road:


After two hours of punishment we reached treeline, things looked mellow enough:


That soon changed:


For the next hour and a half we huddled under the decaying trestle...would we drown, freeze or be electrocuted?


Thankfully, it stopped:


With more angry clouds and lightning to the west we jumped on our bikes and headed east; the Frasier Valley:


Retracing our route from the morning we made it back to the Arestua Hut before the rain started again:


From there we followed the Guinn Mountain Cabin trail towards Jenny Creek. This trail is actually pretty awesome, starting in some very pacific northwest-esque trees, followed by a steep descent before meeting the heinous Jenny Creek trail/streambed. 


After a jarring ride down the Jenny Creek Trail we arrived back at Lake Peterson, jumped on a great descent...


...and immediately got a pinch flat:



No mechanical problems in 10 hours, not bad! Back in Nederland, we followed the usual network of trails, roads, and streambeds to Sugarloaf, Betasso, and then Boulder Canyon. It rained the whole way:

We made it back to Boulder by 8:15 PM; 12.5 hours, 75 miles, 7,000 ft of climbing, and 10,000 ft of descending after starting from Nederland in the morning.

What an adventure! I have no plans to do this ride again in the near future, but I'm sure I'll do it again, especially once we find some better descents down both sides of Rollins Pass.