Saturday, April 14, 2012

Penultimate Day

April 14, 2012
Penultimate Day

Well, then, there's not much left of the season. Tomorrow--usually tax day--is the final day of winter operations for The Pass. As always, it's a little sad, but I'm ready to move on. It's been one weird season. According to the media, the average temperature in the US in March was 8.6 degrees Farenheit higher than any March on record. I don't think it was that way here, but when temperatures in Minnesota go above 70 for five days in March, that's not normal.

We had a pretty typical wet March that carried into April. In fact, The Pass posted 5" of fresh snow in the past 24 hours. We didn't get here until 11 so it didn't really matter. It wasn't five inches anyway.

I practiced my passenger skills today and gave Dylan an opportunity to experience the driver's side. He decided he likes being a passenger better. So did I.

We had a combination of sun and clouds today. That was fortunate since we got there late. If it were more sunny, then the snow's stick-factor would have gone into red too early and we would have had to quit way before we did.

Odell Lake is awesome, as always. The clouds add sufficient drama.

The snow on the trees made for interesting geometric patterns.

Mom discussed how dialed in the grooming is a Beaver Creek in a recent post. Here's evidence of how the cat operators at The Pass could benefit from some training. And this isn't even the worst they've done.

Dylan hits the log ride. The best features at The Pass are natural.

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Spring jammin' on RTS. Check out the angle of the trees on the right. It's a lot steeper than it looks in the photo.

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And, one final round of the log ride...

One last view of the log ride...video style.

We'll come up again tomorrow for closing day--it's tradition after all. What we really need is a posse so we can have a party in the parking lot. It's not as much fun with the three of us, but we'll celebrate nonetheless.

We wouldn't have it any other way.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Spring Arrives

April 7, 2011

Spring has officially arrived...in between rainstorms. We all piled in and went up today to enjoy the spring sunshine.

Diane gets her turn on down Eagle's Flight.

That's my boy!

Dylan flips over spring.

Odell is lovely as ever.

Another fine day at The Pass.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

April Showers

April 1, 2012

Woke up at my standard time and saw that there was 6” of new snow overnight. Despite my inclination to stay home and let my back heal a little more, I knew that Dylan would be pushing to go up (“there’s not that many days left…”). So we did.

When I went out to the car, I noticed a coffee mug under the right left tire. April Fool's...not. We pulled those out and then a half dozen more from other cars down the street from us. Guess we did our good deed for today.



Conditions were, well 2” of dust on the frozen mush left over from Friday. That is to say less than ideal. In a word, bad.

We searched around for something worth getting excited about. About the best we found were a few spots where you could get a couple turns in without scraping the nasty stuff underneath. I hung in there for a couple of hours, but it wasn’t anything to write home about.

Dylan gets awkward…

He got around and lived to tell about it.

Willamette has the biggest Raven's around. They were hanging out in the trees by the parking lot today.

The conditions weren't great, so we didn't stay very long.

Today is mom’s birthday, so happy birthday mom!

The Parker Family Christmas photo. I'm guessing this was 1973.


Last year I asked the family to provide ski stories from days of yore. There's only so much about the present to write about, but after 44 years of skiing, there's lots of history there. Mom obliged with a few thoughts from their spring break at Beaver Creek.
If you head out to the slopes around 10:00 a.m. at Beaver Creek, you are greeted by a parade of matching gold snowcats - ten of them to be exact. They creep over the top of the hill, lined up, sirens blowing laying down perfect corduroy snow for the skiers. It is an exciting experience, especially for the geezer skier like me. You know that no matter what condition the hill was in the day before - today will be another perfect day of skiing the groomers in the Colorado Rockies.

Our recent week at Beaver Creek was a spring skiing extravaganza. Most days this year, the snow forgot to fall in the Rockies. We have skied in the wind, we have skied hardpack, we have skied slush. For spoiled Colorado, skiers - this is not normal and we don't like it. But, with those wonderful high end grooming machines - a day on the slopes, even when the temperature are in the mid 50's, can be exceptional.

I couldn't help but reflect back after 45 years on the slopes, of what it was like to ski in spring conditions in the old days. We started skiing as a family in the late sixties at a little known ski area high in the heart of Rocky Mountain National Park. It was called Hidden Valley and offered a great value - our family of five could ski for $18.00 a day - a far cry from the daily rate of $115.00 a person at any Vail Resort.

Cat Parade, Beaver Creek Resort


Snow grooming had not been heard of and lifts were basic. As a beginner you pulled yourself up a rope tow. Leather ski mittens were trashed after one session. As your skiing skills improved, you advanced to the hard runs which were serviced by a T-Bar. If you are tall like I am and had to ski with one of your "chillins" - the bar ended up behind your knees which made riding the lift more challenging than learning stem christie's on the bunny hill. Whatever mother nature put down on the slope in the way of snow was what you skied on.

We worked had at mastering the basics of skiing - not easy since we learned on wood skis a foot taller than we were with unsafe cable bindings, boots were leather with laces and the gigantic bamboo poles had huge leather baskets. The ultimate goal was to learn parallel turns a la Stein Erickson or John Claude Kiley. Boots had to be aligned perfectly together and turns had to be smooth and sweeping. You can still spot a skier who learned in the 60's and 70's by their technique. After gaining a certain amount of competency at our little local area, it was time to head for the "big" hills.

Ruthanne at Winter Park, March 1969


Winter Park was our favorite. And they had snow grooming! A man named Bradley, who was a Winter Park regular, had invented what was called the Bradley Packer. It was a terrifying looking apparatus which resembled a farm implement called a hay rake A brave patrolman would strap it around his waist and head straight down the hill chewing up the snow crud as he blazed down the slope. It was a sight to behold. Skiers would stand at the bottom amazed at the feat.

We skied at Vail when it was in its infancy and grooming was still basic. It was a terrifying experience to go out on a spring morning and maneuver down the slope with the slush frozen into suicide mounds from the day before. You quickly learned that prime ski hours were 11:00 to 3:00 allowing time for the snow to soften. That meant long lunches and delicious apres ski on a sunny deck. Not a bad way to vacation.

Looking back on close to 45 years of skiing, any day on the slopes is a good day. I have often commented that if I never get any closer to heaven than from the top of a snow covered mountain I will die happy. The other thing I know for sure is that it makes my heart swell to know that I have raised a family who love the sport as much as I do. They are all much better skiers/boarders than I will ever be and that is as it should be. But, progress is a wonderful thing and I bless those beautiful snow groomers that create perfect corduroy snow. There is nothing more fun for a geezer skier than floating down the hill behind those golden machines making perfect parallel turns on marshmallow snow.

Ruthanne & sister Barb, probably at Hidden Valley, 1967-ish

Ah yes, spring. We haven't had that here yet, but it sure sounds nice right about now. Thanks for the memories mom!

Spring Surprise

Friday, March 30, 2012

Dylan went up on Tuesday—it was the best weather of the week…or at least as sunny as spring break was going to get this week. I had to work.

The wet weather pattern continued through the week. I got up this morning and looked at the Pass Cam and saw it was raining. That didn’t get me too stoked. By the time Dylan got up at 9 the snow was sticking. He gave me the “there’s not to many days left” story and convinced me to go up. It turned out to be an eventful day.

We arrived around 11:30. While there was snow on the ground, I had a healthy level of skepticism going in which continued on the first lift ride. My comments went something along the lines of “there’s a 50-50 chance of this being horrible.”

We got to the top and headed for the standard first run on a powder day: High Lead. We dropped into about 18” of something that was close to the consistency of slush. I told Dylan that I had wakes coming off my skis every time I turned. He said that was the biggest line of B.S. he’d heard since Kayla’s studded tire story.

To digress a moment, when we were in Colorado over the holidays, we went up to Fort Collins to have dinner with the family. Kayla dognapped Casey dog and wanted to go home. The only thing was she didn’t want to drive. Neither did I. So she started cooking up excuses. The best one was that “studs are like ice skates.” She claimed her car would slide right off the road if she was driving. Yea, right, just like ice skates. She ended up driving.

The conditions were actually pretty fun with fat skis. I got just enough float out of the Rossi’s to make it acceptable. Dylan thought it was the bomb.

Dylan stopped long enough to get a few shots of me.

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On the second run we heard sirens from the lift. Multiple sirens at The Pass is never a good thing—it means someone did something horrible either at the ski area or on the road. We didn’t think too much of it at that point.

Dylan tests out the wide surface area of his snowboard.

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By run eight, I was completely soaked, kind of beat up and ready to throw in the towel. That was in part because we had a show tonight. When we stopped, Dylan went to get a soda in the lodge and I walked to the car. I noticed that vehicles were parked on the road so I went into guest services to see what the deal was. It wasn’t good news—there was a fatal head on collision two miles down from the ski area and the road was closed for at least two hours. They said the coroner wouldn’t get there until 7 to do the tough work.

It was about 2:30 and I needed to be back in town by 6:30 to load up. My intent was much earlier so I could get in a hour or two of practice before the show. After checking with guest services, we walked out to the road where the DOT truck was blocking traffic. The DOT guy said it would be 90 minutes or more—they didn’t know. The investigators were doing the forensic reconstruction of the accident to determine what happened.

So…it was decision time. We could take our chances waiting or we could drive back through Bend—a four hour detour, but one that wasn’t blocked. We chose Bend. It was a long haul. Dylan took over in LaPine and drove the last three hours. We got into town around 6:15. As it turned out, we probably would have only had to wait an hour or so for the DOT to open up one lane and let traffic start passing. Oh well.

The show at Cornucopia Maize Lounge was fun, but poorly attended like our previous show at the Axe and Fiddle. The cover charge was $3; we ended up with $21 so I made $5.25 on the night. My dinner was $11 with tip… There were probably 20 or so people there on and off. We were well received and did a pretty kickin’ second set.

I’m a little baffled about how to build an audience at this stage. When we were younger, you just invited your crowd and you could guarantee 30-100 people would show. Nobody I know (including myself) goes on to clubs on weekends. My conclusion is that we should focus on billing with better established bands as well as playing festivals. In the meantime, I’ll keep practicing and writing. Even if nobody comes to our shows, we should have a cd worth of original material ready later this year.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Spring Blusters

March 24, 2012

Have I mentioned that it’s been a strange winter? At least as far as the weather is concerned. After a November dusting, we got six straight weeks of dry and The Pass didn’t open until January 4th—latest ever in the 25 years I’ve been in Oregon. We had a few decent days in January, and then the February dry spell.

March is typically the wettest month here, so we were holding on to the hope that it would deliver. It has, but not necessarily in the way we might wish. The temperature keeps hovering just a little below optimal so that it snows and then thaws. The freeze / thaw cycle is a killer when it comes to snow conditions. Especially when there’s a lot of it. Nothing will kill a good powder base like a thaw that leaves an inch thick crust on top of it.

By mid-March, we were getting snow in town on a pretty regular basis. I didn’t keep track, but I’ll bet we had snow on the ground at our house five or six times. The last one was the heaviest.

Waking up to fresh snow (March 21).



The tape says a 10” base at the Parker residence.

Kodi doesn't know what to think.


One would think that with that much snow in town it would be in the feet at the passes. Well, it was on Santiam Pass 20 miles north of Willamette Pass. They got 23”. Willamette got 3”. So much for the awesome powder week…it didn’t matter, I had to work on Wednesday and Thursday anyway.

Diane is braver than I am...I usually wear a hat.

Nice jacket!

But, if I had an orange jacket like these guys, people would really pay attention.

It was really windy and pretty chilly at the top. Diane broke down and put up the hood.

Diane takes the Eagle's Flight.

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Diane snapped a few of Dylan and I.

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We're hoping that it either snows a bunch or gets sunny...this week is spring break and I get to take a day or two off.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

St. Pattie's Powder Day

St. Patrick's Day, 2012

St. Patrick's Day is a classic ski day. Right up there with Stupor Stunday and New Year's Day. I've probably written about historical St. Pattie's hijinks someplace in this blog, but I can't seem to find where. I'll save that for later.

Today was iffy. On our walk last night I told Diane repeatedly that I thought it was going to be crappy and that I wasn't going. For context, it snowed almost every night last week. Yea. The bad news was that it was getting up into the 50s every day--which means the temperature at The Pass is above freezing. It snowed a foot Thursday night, was a gorgeous sunny day Friday and then snowed another six inches last night. High potential for dust on crust or worse.

We went anyway--ditching the other stuff we had planned for today. From a ski standpoint, it turned out to be a good call. While the runs were six inches on top of a two-inch crust layer on top of a lot more snow, the trees were pretty amazing. Three feet of amazing in some places, and knee deep on most.

One more reason why I'm not on the ski patrol.

After clouds all the way up, the sky's parted and it was a bluebird powder day. Shreddin' the woods off of High Lead.

Dylan lost in a sea of powder flying down the 45-degree pitch on SDN. He had to pull up and stop not long after this because he couldn't see anything.

Shooting the tree gap on SDN backlit by the late winter sun.

The addition of several feet of snow allowed construction of bigger and better jumps.

Dylan gets a pristine pillow shot.

In my element.

Despite our reservations, today was one of the, if not the, best powder days of this season. The conditions have improved immensely over the past two weeks. It's shaping up to be a good end of season.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Breakeven

March 11, 2012
Breakeven day.

We've now put enough cumulative days on the family pass to breakeven on the $1,200 investment. March 11. Last year we broke even on New Year's Day. By the end of the season we had 82 total days and our effective daily pass cost was $12.82. I don't think we're going to get anywhere near that this year. Heck, I'm just happy to break even.

With the season not starting until January 7, Diane's broken ribs, and highly variable weather, it's been a long, strange winter. In the past week it's gone from nearly 60 degrees at the mountain, to snowing, and back again. Twice.

The good news was it snowed last night. The bad news was, it was not enough to cover the deadly ice chunks left over from yesterday's heat wave in the mid-40s. Particularly on the front side where the iced-over moguls were cool blue on top. The better news was that the backside did not suffer the worst of the heat. In fact it was pretty ok back there. Ok, better than ok.

Snow levels are rising to more typical levels for this time of year.

Dylan conquers the Whale's Tail.

Conditions on Cherokee Ridge were about as good as it was anywhere today. Dylan suggested that we do a little exploring by hiking up the ridge a ways. Since Cherokee is only about a 500' vertical drop, I was game.

Dylan snowboards the Pacific Crest trail...which primarily targets Nordic skiers.

Cherokee Ridge is not only an awesome tree ski run, but the crossroads of several notable hiking/ski trails. The Pacific Crest trail takes off just above where we typically ski moving past Rosary Lakes just east of the ski area and skirting north along the flanks of Maiden peak. The Skyline trail also links in here--it's a mountain bike trail that you can ride from the top of Eagle Peak down the backside and along the access roads back to the parking lot. Then there's the Gold Lake loop, access to Charnelton Lake and ultimately Waldo Lake off in the distance. All in all a pretty extensive trail network through the high Cascades.

I came up to The Pass last August to meet with the Board of Ski Oregon to discuss conducting an economic impact analysis for the association like the ones we did back in the late 1980s and early 1990s. One of those studies back then ended up being my master's project for my degree in Urban and Regional Planning. More on that later after we finish up the next study, but for now, back to the present story.

Looking at Diamond Peak and Odell Lake from the top of Eagle Peak, August 18, 2011. Note the extensive snowfields left on Diamond from the awesome 2011 season.

After a nice lunch at the top of Eagle Peak I pitched the project and then left. It was a beautiful August day and I had savvily thrown my mountain bike in the back of the van. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but knew there is an extensive trail network between The Pass and Waldo Lake. So, I drove a few miles down the road and turned up the Waldo Lake access road. I drove through the south campground (Shadow Cove) where the annual Oregon Trappers Association convention was going on. No better place to have than in the woods where you can do a little trappin'.

And never forget that furbearers are Oregon's abundant renewable resource.

Anyway, I was a little put-off by the notion that I my stick my foot in a jaw trap over by Waldo, so I went a little ways back down the road and stopped at the trailhead for The Twins. That looked interesting, so I put on my padded riding shorts and my riding shoes with my pedal clips and headed up the trail. I got a couple miles in without seeing anyone and then a biker passed me going back down the trail and made a vague warning about snow.

I was thinking, snow? Naw, can't be. It's August 18th and 80 degrees out. At any rate I got another mile and a half in and there it was. Snow. Huge banks of it stored in drifts from the previous winter. Unfortunately, I left the camera in the car, so I don't have any photographic evidence.

Eventually, I came to a fork in the trail and had to decide which way to go. That was quickly decided for me as the fork that went to the east ran into snow drifts much further than I was willing to try to ride across. I want back and took the fork to the north which quickly became too steep to ride. I figured I was close to the destination, so I stowed my bike behind a log (not that there was anyone around for miles) and proceeded on foot. About a quarter mile later, the woods opened up to a steep climb up a cinder cone. At the top I found out what The Twins were about. Basically, The Twins are a large cinder cone with the top blown off which created two summits. The view was spectacular--360 degrees since it is the highest point in that region.

On the way up and back I kept seeing flags marking the route of the "Where's Waldo" 100k ultramarathon. I've run a few marathons, but never had the desire to run 60 miles. Twenty-six was enough thank you. Much less up and down mountains. The link above shows the map--which meanders all over creation.

Back to the present and into the woods.

We made extensive use of the GoPro today.

Dylan rides the backcountry off of Cherokee Ridge.

Dylan had the wild idea of going off trail and hiking up to the top of the ridge. It looked good enough that I tagged along. It was tough going--every time I stepped outside of one of Dylan's tracks I postholed up to my hip. I was a little cold going into this excursion, but sweating by the end.

Payday!

Here's the view from on top of Dylan's head...

We saw the elk again on the way home. Today they were about five miles downstream from Oakridge feeding in a grassy meadow on the far side of the river. Out of more than 100 trips up to The Pass, I've seen elk three times.

The first time was several years ago when I saw a single cow standing in the middle of Salt Creek a mile or so from the railroad bridge. That was an amazing sight. The second time was last weekend when we saw five cows walking down the Salmon Creek path in the town of Oakridge. I've never seen elk so close to a human settlement.

They don't show themselves often, but it's neat when they do.