Hey,
I'm new here (yes, I am a JONG). I've been visiting this forum on occasion ever since I saw Soul Purpose at the Portland premier, and I am constantly amazed by all the stoke you guys share. This is what skiing is all about, and through this inspiration I know I am hooked for life. Next year, I will be moving to Bozeman to study Engineering at MSU, and I am so stoked for the adventures that await me. If any of you maggots are current or future students there let me know.
So, I joined the forum because I feel like I finally have something to contribute. I've been skiing for eight years now, and I have a good core of skiing buddies of similar skill level and experience. I ski at Mt. Hood mostly, because its closest to Portland and the terrain isn't all that bad. Although I live for big storms and powder days, I find that some of the best skiing in Oregon comes in March and April after a long cold winter leaves a solid (as in over 12 feet) base and the sun begins to come out (bluebird is not a common description of the weather here).
This was certainly the case last Friday. We got to Meadows to find a dusting of fresh, and feared the worst; dust on crust that is. The morning was dissappointing, however by noonish the sun started to chase off the clouds and things began to soften up. Because of the stable conditions and good weather, Upper Heather Canyon was open so we headed up there after lunch. Surprisingly, it was my first time skiing that part of the mountain (I've thouroughly explored Lower Heather but not Upper), due to the fact that I never seem to be there when good snow and weather combine (school doesn't help). It was tracked up, but not moguled out as I expected. After one lap down Heather, we decided to take a traverse over to Clark Canyon, and found that was where the goods were. After a short boot pack over some rocks, we found some of the best corn snow, and best terrain, I have ever skiied. We did a couple more laps down Clark until we were done for the day. Even though I have skiied deeper, lighter snow, and more technical terrain, I have never been more stoked after skiing a line than I was that day. When I got to the bottom of the face and started to bomb the runout to the lift, I looked back at my line and felt like I had accomplished something.
I also stopped to take some pictures.
Looking down Clark Canyon:
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The headwall and Clark Glacier above. The summit is obscured by the clouds:
Mr. Fetus (don't ask me why we call him that) shredding some corn on the eastern face going into Clark Canyon:
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Zoltan descending the second face:
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Looking west from Clark Canyon, towards the ridge above Heather:
I've also put together a short video. Please excuse the crappy quality, all pictures and footage was taken on a clunky old HP Photosmart becasue its what I've got. Also, half of it is longboarding stuff because that's what we do when we can't go skiing. Besides, shredding the asphalt in suburbia is kind of like ripping pow (but not even close), I guess.
Here's the link: http://video.google.com/videoplay?do...69699903350104
I hope you enjoyed!
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