Sometimes you need to switch things up a little. After two powder weekends on the coleman-deming side of Mt. Baker, it was time to up the ante. After heavy drinking Thursday night at Dante's we decided the boulder cleaver/glacier/park headwall route on Baker was the next task. A promised 6,000 vert of fall line skiing was the clincher. The players included Lani, Squirell99, myself and three other badasses that most likely think that TGR is a little too crazy to spend time on.
Music brought to you by Devin the Dude. I felt about as good as his car by the end of the day.
Our day started exactly when the day started.....MIDNIGHT BIATCH!
I made an awesome choice at around 5 pm to go to a mexican restaraunt and get drunk, mount some bindings with lani around seven, got home at 10, slept for an hour only to be woken up by squirell at 11:45 wondering if the rodent master was in my dreams, or if my dreams came true and i was being woke up by the rodent master.
We met up at casa Lani, and promptly packed up the subaru's. If I remember correctly we started hiking around 3 in the morning. Now this is where Lani's sandbagging skills serve him so well. I was told it was only a couple miles longer than the coleman deming route, which might be correct. What wasn't explained was that this wasn't a regular trail, but a swampy climbers path with a fixed line scramble just to attain the ridgeline.
squirell looking comfortable after a headlight scramble!
morning light on the east side of the big ice cream cone
after a few quick breaks waiting for my lazy ass to catch up it was time to don the crampons and go kick up some steeps.
Lani getting his obligatory bro shot. There might be noone better to kick steps up a 45 degree icy slope than this man. i heart you!!!!!
eventually we made it up the park headwall. squirell thanking god that we made the summit and his crampons decided not to fall off with massive exposure below him
Lani skiing well
some guy who likes old school sweaters, almost falling in crevasces and speaks of his nicknames in the third person.
i think this is eric? nice to ski with ya again buddy!
uncle what's his ass getting all french.
more french in the northwest cascades
a few pretty cool people taking advantage of a really nice ski
some sexy bastard getting all waved out before eating shit
but he recovers in time to look pretty for his favorite photographer
no clue who this is, but as borat says 'very niiiiice'
lani going real fast in some icy corn
squirell making it look like he really likes to ski.
is that squirell and lani down there? i better catch up
good thing i caught up, or else i wouldn't have got this picture
ummmmmm. we skied from that top of that thing to here? yessir!
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