Showing posts with label Armada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Armada. Show all posts

Monday, May 13, 2013

Alaska 2013 from my iPhone

   Back home from Alaska for nearly 20 days now, and I still can't believe it. The great land of the north was good to us this year. After our first trip to Alaska in 2012, my brother and I were determined to return this spring with more knowledge and a better understanding of how things work up there, and with any luck, ski the best runs of our lives.
  We decided to buy roundtrip plane tickets out of Salt Lake for $699 to Anchorage, packed with only the absolute essentials for living and skiing in the bush for a month. The first part of our trip we teamed up with the Howell brothers, Jonah and Noah of the Powderwhores, and together we planned to camp out on a glacier high in the Tordrillo mountains for 12 days. A fifty minute flight in a 1950's beaver had the four of us positioned right where we needed to be, in the middle of nowhere...

^ we weren't very heavy when we flew in. The uphill landing approach and flat light made it feel like we were going to crash into the mountain side, but thanks to our pilot Joe, we landed safely. For fear of sliding backwards, three of us held on to the struts as Joe cranked up the throttle and slowly broke free. After flipping a bitch he pointed it downhill and he was off.

   Now the fun part, building up a base camp. I spent my entire childhood running around the woods of Connecticut constructing all kinds of cool forts and secret hideouts with my brothers. 20 years later and nothing has changed except the locations. I love setting up a proper camp.

^ As soon as we were dropped off, we put up the stronghold provided by mountain hardware, and a storm rolled in. Perfect timing really. We spent the first day waiting out the storm by reading, digging a snow cave, playing games, drinking, etc.

   Perhaps the most important piece of equipment for me on the trip was the iPhone. Its an incredibly powerful tool, never-mind the fact that its telephone and internet capabilities were completely useless. While the never ending music, real time GPS, high resolution images, and Tiger Woods 2012 among many other features are very plush to have, none of it would would have been possible without power.
   For that we teamed up with Goal Zero. Their solar panels and battery packs were just what we needed to keep our "phones" charged up the entire time, not to mention all of the other professional cameras, gopros, laptop, and speakers. So I have to give a big shout out to Goal Zero for giving us the ability to bring our technology deep into the backcountry, to gather images to bring back and share with everyone at home.

^ Here's a photo of Neil having a nice guzzle. Waiting out the storm on the first day, we were just trying to drink the sky blue like they do in the movies! You may notice some of the photos are a bit blurry, and its not because we drank too much whisky. All of the pictures in this post were shot with my iPhone, powered by Goal Zero Guide 10, or Sherpa 50 battery packs. I'm continually amazed with the quality of photos, and ease of use provided by the little gadgets.

^ As it turned out, we were able to drink the sky blue. A 1/5 of hundred proof peppermint schnapps did the trick. The next morning we woke up to 20 inches of the fluffiest snow I've ever seen and breaking clouds. We clicked into our skis for the first time and broke trail through deep snow to a high point above camp to get the first look at our surroundings. Our camp position was so fucking choice its not even funny. Perched on top of a saddle bisecting two massive glaciers, at the foot of the highest peaks in the Tordrillo mountains, we were in position!

We spent the first few days skiing around camp, testing out the snowpack, and lapping up the deep powder on the south faces. The area began to open up to us and potential objectives were noted.



^ Our zone was perfect. There were plenty of short, steep lines with minimal exposure around camp to give us a good taste, and allow us to learn about the terrain and snow. After the first snow storm on day one, the skies opened up for us and it remained clear and cold for the remainder of our trip. The powder was so perfectly preserved, and without any wind to fuck things up, we skied amazingly stable blower snow the entire time. It was unreal.

^ With the help of our verts, which are essentially small snow shoes to aid in climbing up through deep snow, we were able to go anywhere we wanted. Often times the best choice was to climb the lines directly, but every so often we were able to gain the safety of a ridge. 

^ click on the pano to view larger size.  


^ This is the kind of terrain I have been dreaming about for the last 10 years. After we skied all of the low hanging fruits around camp, we began to venture further out on to the glacier. We explored different branches of the glacier, always curious what might lie around the bend. 

^ Eventually we made it to the top of our first true, alaskan summit. It was a beauty of a peak with an airy summit pyramid, enough room from my brother and I and perhaps one more. 

^ looking down the line from the top, 2500 feet up off the deck. I lost the rock paper scissor match and Neil was awarded with the first drop. We called the route "Thanks Joe" for the pilot who dropped us off, because thanks to him we were riding the best runs of our lives. 

^ As the trip progressed, the lines got bigger and the walks got longer. We called this the long walk wall because it was a long ass walk to get there. By the end of the trip though we were feeling strong and confident.

^ One of the highlights of the trip for me was coming across these fresh wolverine tracks. I've always been fascinated by the animal, and I was fired up to think there was one nearby. We followed his tracks and eventually we ended up in a beautiful cirque full of glorious big lines.

^ Wolverine Cirque (x10)

^ Halfway up one of the couloirs, looking back down. This would end up being the last line I skied in the Tordrillos. After 9 consecutive blue bird days shredding powder, we were almost out of gas and food and it was time to fly out. It was a shame really, we felt like we had just unlocked the zone, and I was very sad to leave. But I also felt great about what we had accomplished. 
   All of the footage we gathered from our camping trip on the glacier will be featured in the Powderwhores newest film to be released this fall. Be sure to check it out! 
   As a small side story, a few days before we were set to fly out, a group of campers were dropped off, 3 miles down the glacier from us. The next day they showed up at our camp and sure enough it was our friends from sweet grass productions! We shared drinks and smokes and stories and we wished them farewell. I think they also had an amazing trip.


^  We recharged in Anchorage for a few days, while another storm refreshed the mountains. After securing the cheapest rental car we could find, we hit the road for two weeks camping about the Girdwood area and Turnigan Pass. 

^  We stayed in this little hut for a night and enjoyed some of the finest tree skiing in Alaska. The accommodations were five star compared to what we were used to. 


^ Turnigan Pass


 
^  Our last day of riding In Alaska was sublime. What better way to celebrate a successful spring in AK then to shred a 2000' ft spine wall with our two good buddies, Pep Fujas and Zach Clanton, under glorious evening light. 
   This trip was an incredible experience, proving to me that you don't need a helicopter or huge budget to ride quality lines in Alaska. With three thousand bucks and the right gear you can go a long way, of course you have to like hiking... a lot. 




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Sunday, March 3, 2013

when the moon is looking right...

12/30/12 A brilliant full moon illuminates the massive north west face of Mount Shuksan, revealing all of the glorious potential in a mesmerizing new light. It was about 4 am and we were getting ready to drop in through some deep, moonlit powder to reach the base of the mountain. It was one of the best days I've ever had on skis.


2/27/13 All of a sudden we were in position. The moon was big and bright, and the storm that had freshened up our mountains was now on its way east to Colorado. At the top of the hill I was refreshed and excited to find out that instead of the wind and sun hammered environment I was expecting, the air was dead still, and the snow was in quality form. Everything seems so pristine under the glow of a full moon, especially laying tracks through a field of powder.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Desert Spines - 2010

 As a southerly flow begins to make its way into Utah's red rock country, bringing with it cold winds and dry powder, I can't help but wonder if the spines and gullies are in. Memories of the great 2010 winter are still fresh, when the snowpack was fat and sexy....

Even at 7500' there was enough snow to take it all the way to the desert floor. 

Some sweet looking lines at 10500', and a lot more wind.

trippy

the "look but do not touch" spines

Well, if I wasn't nursing two subperiosteal hematomas and a flesh wound (its a long story, but essentially I ate shit on to some rocks, hard) you know where I might be doing some exploring this week.


Saturday, February 16, 2013

Temple Basin, NZ

Here's a few iphone shots from my trip to Temple Basin this past summer with a crew from Armada Skis. This little club field in the middle of the Southern Alps had some of the sickest terrain I've ever seen accessed by rope tows. Its truly a one of a kind ski experience.


The little nutcracker style rope tows will only bring you so far at Temple Basin. At which point, boot packing straight up to the ridge opens up a massive amount of big terrain. Unlimited potential...

This was the second time i've been able to ski with one of my idols, JP Auclair. The first time was down in Chile about 3 years ago and we had a pretty solid adventure skiing a big couloir. He loves going for the big glory lines.

this was the biggest line of the trip for us, off the top of Phipps peak down some fun ramps and spines. 

Todd Windle and JP Auclair booting up the south face of Phipps. It was pretty exposed, but with the stable conditions it was a lot of fun and the skiing was really good and steep. New Zealand totally blew my mind, the skiing, the fishing, the mountains, it was all unreal.


Monday, January 16, 2012

Armada SKis @ Retallack Lodge 2012.... like a dream

Its been like ground hog day in Utah for the last 3 months. Wake up, not a cloud in the sky, and absolutely no snow anywhere in sight. I couldn't have been more excited for this annual trip to Retallack, where I knew it was firing and I could escape this devastating drought. The trip was a major tease, and it was kind of like a dream, for more reasons than I could ever describe. It's like I went to sleep in Utah, arrived in this snowglobe winter wonderland in the Interior of BC, skied blower snow for three days without a cloud in the sky, and then my dream turned into a nightmare when I woke up in Utah again. No snow. It was a very surreal trip, maybe not sleeping much for 4 days has added to the illusion. But I know for sure it definitely happened, there were photos on my leica when I got home....


^Goat Range, BC, its on the list, believe me.


What was crazy about this trip, was that I spent over 65 days at this very place last winter, and I never saw one bluebird day like we saw on day 2 of this trip. Lucky we were.


^Johnny Five, master of the joke, keeper of the stoke. Rockin the same toque as last year.


^ Pretty strait forward here, bounce all the way to the end and hope there's a nice place to land. Skiing on the all new Armada Bubba's here. I feel like the mayans prophesied that in the year 2012 I would have these ultimate skis to sacrifice snow pillows for the good of man and to bring even more prosperous snow falls. Maybe not, but these are next level.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

A brand new arsenal of powder skis from Armada sits in a state of neglect. Right now, I'm equipped for a style of skiing that is nothing more than a constant dream at this point. What I need are some cross country skis or even some park skis, but this is Utah, land of the deep, what the hell am I talking about?

This dependence on natural forces is found in only a few other "sports", surfing obviously being one of them. It's the same type of anxiety that the surfers on the north shore experience when the big winter swells fail to arrive (which is obviously not the case this winter, check THIS tube). These lifestyles can be emotional roller coasters, but overall teach patience, understanding, and respect for the earth. A new level of appreciation for the best days ever is reached when it all seems so far away. This year my patience is certainly being tested, as we all wait for the big winter swells to hit the north shore of skiing, the Wasatch Range. And while I'm at it, Keep the Country Country!








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