Category: Mt Hood

Could it really have been 13 years since I last visited the Snowdome and Mt Hood’s northside? Seems really hard to believe. Looking back at my trip reports and records however validated that was the case, so I was pretty excited when Joe and Dan were game to head up and try to score some late July turns. Dan met me at my house in the mid-afternoon on Sunday, and after loading gear into my truck we headed up I5, picking up Joe at the cop shop in Albany. Our drive went smoothly until we got to just past Sandy. A bad wreck on Highway 26 closed down all four lanes of the highway about 10 miles past Sandy, and we had to backtrack and take a long detour around which cost us about an hour and a half.

After the very slow detour with everyone else that wanted to get through on the highway, we eventually popped back out to 26 and made our way to Government Camp. After a quick stop in Govy, we headed east and then north, finally making our way towards Cloud Cap. The road wasn’t in the worst shape, but we were glad to have the four-wheel drive. It was slow going, but eventually we made our way to Cloud Cap.

Given our later than expected arrival, the campsites at Cloud Cap were all taken by through-hikers, but we managed to snag a parking place near the shitter that afforded a level place for Dan and I to sleep in the back of the truck and for Joe to pitch his bivy not too far away. After getting our gear somewhat in order, I headed out with my camera and made the short walk up the road to snap some pictures, something I used to do on previous trips so many years ago when frequenting the area with my old ski partner Todd.

After snapping several pictures of the sunset and Cloud Cap Inn itself, I walked back down the road to get my sleeping bag and bed situation setup in the back of the truck, which required unloading most of our gear we’d stowed in the back for the drive up. Once everything was nice and cozy, all three of us headed back up to Cloud Cap to enjoy the views one more time before the sun went down for the evening.

A couple of things struck me while shooting photos and taking in the sights – one was the reaffirmation of how beautiful this side of the mountain is, and two was how much snow and ice had melted off the Eliot Glacier since my last visit in 2011. After 20 minutes of so of enjoying the view, the sun began to set below the cloud deck on the horizon, and it was time to get a bite to eat and hit the sleeping bag, so we headed back to the truck to settle in for the evening.

We donned headlamps eating dinner, and just before we got done a large van pulled and parked next to us. Three very fit ultra runners stepped out, and we chatted with them a bit. Their plan was to run to Timberline in the morning, and then stay the night at the lodge before coming back to Cloud Cap the next day. One of the ladies had an injury she was coming back from, otherwise they said they would normally run the whole 41 mile loop in a day no problem! And I though I was in shape haha!

A bit later we crawled into sleeping bags, and slept really well through the night, with the exception of being woken up once by a loud deer wandering through camp. The next morning, we were up early to enjoy some fresh coffee and breakfast before shouldering packs and heading out. One of the thru-hikers (who also happened to be a skier) at Cloud Cap snapped the below picture of the three of us as we were about to leave the truck.

After a few minutes on the trail, we gained the ridge above Cloud Cap and got our first good views of the mountain, the Eliot and the Snowdome, all basking in the morning sunlight. The mountain, as well as the surrounding vistas were slightly obscured by a large wildfire to the east of Mt Hood, and Mt St Helens, Adams and Rainier, usually visible to the north, were not.

Nevertheless, it was still a beautiful morning on the mountain’s northside, and soon we made our way up the ridge to the cairn marking the trail leading down to the Eliot. After a bit of a scramble to get down to the canyon, we found a suitable crossing through snow and scree to approach the lower lobe of Eliot Glacier.

We worked our way onto the snow covering some of the remaining glacial ice, and started up. The snow surface was in good condition, with enough purchase to not need crampons, although I was glad to have ’em in my pack if needed.

As we continued up, I had to marvel at the beauty of the Eliot Glacier. Even in it’s much reduced capacity from 15 years ago (and certainly 25 to 40 years ago), it’s still the biggest glacier in Oregon. I snapped a few pictures as we crossed, and then continued on up to catch up with Joe and Dan.

We were careful as we crossed the last section to head over and make the climb up towards Snowdome, but overall the crossing was quite straight forward as it usually is. A few more pictures later, and we were ready to exit off the Eliot and head up towards the ‘Dome.

Once we left the Eliot and began climbing, the views of the glacier and Hood really start to open up, offering an excellent vantage point to take some nice photos. I snapped a few of the mountain, as well as Joe and Dan as they climbed up ahead of me, then continued on to link back up with them.

We climbed up to just a bit below the Snowdome proper, which made for a good place to enjoy a break, refuel and re-hydrate, and soak in the views. It definitely was smokey to the north and east and had been getting smokier as the morning progressed, but was starting to act like it might clear up just a bit with a shift in the wind direction, especially as we climbed higher.

Eventually we booted our way up to the Snowdome proper. The temps were just right, and the snow was in near perfect condition as we made the final approach towards the top, and the three of us were pretty excited about the conditions.

A few minutes later we arrived at the high point of our climb, and it was a great place to enjoy a break with a view. We ate lunch and settled in a the base of a big rock that was protected by a large moat. In past trips I hadn’t remembered seeing this big exposed rock before, but it was a great place for lunch. Later at home, I confirmed when looking at old pictures that the rock wasn’t exposed, and estimated that nearly 50 feet of ice must have melted since I was there last.

It was a good time as well to get our beers on ice, which I did after snapping a photo of my offering for the day – a super refreshing Fluffy India Pale Ale from Claim 52 Brewing.

Once my beer was cold, I enjoyed half of it while we listed to Bob Marley on my phone. Inspired by his “Jamming” song, we adopted it as our own but with “Doming.” We Doming would become the mantra for the rest of the trip! A bit later, we stuck our beers in the snow to stay cold while we skied a lap, and readied to make our first turns of the day. Dan (or Joe, I can’t remember, ha!) took a “sponsor” shot of me, and then we dropped in for some of the best July corn I’ve had in quite awhile.

I headed down first, and setup at a suitable place to shoot some shots of Joe and Dan as they came down, and watched them enjoy some super sweet corn. Below is a three-shot sequence of Joe…

Joe ripped turns all the way down to near where we’d taken a break earlier in the day, and then it was Dan’s turn to ski. He shucked the perfect corn as I snapped pics, and skied down to Joe. A four-shot sequence of Dan is below…

Once the skiers were down, I put my camera in the bag and made big, sweeping, fun turns down to Joe and Dan, and at the bottom we were all smiles. The harvest was as good as we could have hoped for, and we headed back up for another lap, happy to reuse our existing bootpack.

The hike up went much quicker on our second lap with an established bootpack, and it felt good to bet back to the top for a second time. This time the views had improved as well, with most of the smoke being blown out to the east. Mt Adams was visible to the north, and we could just make out Mt Rainier as well.

We spent a few more minutes at the top enjoying the views for a second time, and then it was time to head down again to enjoy a second lap, as well as begin to make our way back towards Cloud Cap. This time, we headed skier’s left, and enjoyed some really sweet corn. Dan grabbed the camera and headed down, and then shot a bunch of pictures of me as I descended. Below is a 6-shot sequence he took of me…

The turns on skiers left were steep, smooth and exhilarating. It’s hard to describe, but there’s nothing else quite like the feeling of sliding down perfect corn high on a pacific northwest volcano in the summer. After making my way back down to Dan, I took the camera back from him, headed further down the Dome to where Joe was waiting, and snapped several photos as Dan skied down.

After we regrouped on the lower section of the Snowdome, we set off again, working our way back towards the Eliot Glacier. I fired off several shots of the skiers as we headed down, including the four below…

We followed our up track back down to a small rock band that required booting across, enjoying nice turns and good views along the way.

Once back on the Eliot, we kept the skis on and carefully negotiated our way around several crevasses, as well as rocks and other glacial debris, before getting to some really nice snow on the lower glacier.

The lower Eliot skied really well, and was pretty much crevasse-free. I headed down first and then setup to shoot Dan and Joe as they skied by me. A few of the shots came out quite nicely.

The skiing was so good we milked the turns all the way down skier’s left of the Eliot until the snow ran out, which put us a hundred feet or so below the trail that leads out of the canyon. It was definitely worth it, as the pictures below show…

The hike out to the canyon trail took a bit of time to negotiate through the rocks and glacial debris, but eventually we made our way to the trail and then back up to the ridge. The views along the way were pretty excellent…

Once we gained the ridge, it was an easy hike down the train to Cloud Cap, where cold beer was waiting in the cooler. It felt great to change into flip flops and shorts, and we put some brats on the grill for some apres action. A few minutes later they were ready to go and they really hit the spot after a pretty epic day.

A bit later, with both the food and beer consumed, it was time to hit the road, so we loaded up the gear and piled in the truck. As expected, it was a slow drive down the rough road from Cloud Cap, but soon we made it out to highway 26 and it was smooth sailing home. All in all, it was an awesome trip to the north side of the mountain, and I know one thing — it definitely won’t be 13 years before I visit the Eliot and Snowdome again!

October finally arrived, and with it came a dusting of fresh snow, and thank the Lord for that! Dan and I had been watching the remaining snow on Mt Hood’s south side dwindle away on the Timberline webcam during the month of September, and by the middle of the month it was basically gone. Needless to say, we were pretty happy to see some moisture move through at the end of the month which gave us a fighting chance to score some early turns on the 1st of October.

We met at Harrisburg interstate exit early where my wife dropped me off, and after loading gear into Dan’s Tesla we made the drive up to the mountain, arriving a little after 8:00 am. There wasn’t a lot of snow, but it looked like it would go and mountain sure was looking good in a fresh coat of white.

We shouldered packs and hiked up the road to Silcox, stopping briefly when we arrived. Shortly thereafter, we continued on and worked our way into the Palmer canyon. We had to hike a few hundred vertical before we were able to don the skins and continue up without the weight of the skis on our backs, and it looked like we’d be able to negotiate some turns in the canyon on the way down as well.

It felt good to be skiing in fresh snow again, and soon we worked our way up to the top of the Palmer. The clouds had been rolling in and out all morning, and we decided the best odds at the moment were to ski now while we had visibility and then maybe head up above the Palmer later if the weather allowed it. The first order of business was to get the beer on ice before changing over to ride mode, so I did just that after snapping a picture of my tasty Blonde Ale from Chief’s Brew House.

After getting the board put together, it was time to enjoy a few swigs of our beers. I was pretty stoked on mine, especially given that it is brewed literally a few miles down the road from my house. I drank about half of it and then we slipped it behind some snow near the Palmer top shack, clicked into our bindings, and headed down.

I dropped in first and setup to shoot some photos of Dan, and the snow was remarkably good, resembling some pretty smooth corn. The fog gave way after we descended a few hundred feet and then some creamy, sunny turns were to be had.

Both of us were amazed at how smooth the snow was, as well as the fact that there basically wasn’t any residual snow left on the Palmer and we that were only skiing on 4-6 inches of fresh snow over glacial till. If it hadn’t been for the glacial till (as opposed to rocks elsewhere on the mountain), I don’t think we would have been able to link turns.

We worked our way down to within a hundred vertical or so of the mid-station and called it good at that point, not wanting to head down any further for fear of breaking ourselves off in the epic conditions. The decision to skin back up for another lap was an easy one, so we kicked off and headed up.

The skin back to the top of the Palmer didn’t take too long, and soon we were enjoying a quick swig of beer before making the decision to head up even higher since the weather was looking a bit better. We worked our way up to about 9,000 before the clouds and snow conditions made the decision to turn around and easy one and readied to head down. This time, Dan grabbed the camera and shot a few pictures of me as we headed down. Part way down I returned the favor and took a few pictures of him as well.

We worked our way back down to the top of the Palmer, thoroughly enjoying the turns along the way, and made a quick stop to grab our beers, finish them, and then head down. Our second lap turns below the top of the Palmer were equally as good as the first lap, and we threaded our way through quilt-work patches of snow and rocks.

We worked our way down to where we’d turned around earlier, and decided that we saw a path that would work to continue descending with the skis on, so we took it. For the most part it worked fine, and we found some really good turns as well as a few new scratches and dings on our bases.

Once down to the mid-station, we contemplated trying to ski a line outside of the canyon, but it didn’t seem like the best idea so we went with the safe alternative and hiked the skis for 50 vertical or so to where we could continue making turns.

The turns in the upper canyon were quite good, and we only hit one or two rocks as we worked our way down. After a couple of hundred vertical, we had to walk a short patch but were then able to resume skiing.

The last section of skiable snow in the canyon above Silcox skied quite nicely, and we milked it for all it was worth before putting the skis on our backs and traversing out and making the short walk to Silcox to enjoy a second beer. All told, we figured we’d only missed out on skiing about 100 feet between the top of the Palmer and the Silcox — not too bad given the conditions.

At the Silcox, we changed out of ski boots and into approach shoes, got our beers on ice, and enjoyed a well-deserved rest. My beer of choice for the afternoon was a smooth Cast Out IPA from the Crux, and it hit the spot.

A bit later, it was time to shoulder the packs and make the long walk back to the car, but it was made a bit easier knowing we made some pretty sweet turns. The views looking back at the mountain behind us as well as Timberline Lodge below us weren’t too bad either…

Eventually we made our way back to the car, and it felt good to get  the packs off our backs. We fired up the grill and enjoyed some chips and salsa as well as a good view of the mountain. A bit later we were enjoying some tasty brats to top off what was already a great day.

Although the permanent snow of the Palmer was sadly gone, the mountain still provided some great early-season October turns, and both Dan and I agreed that this wouldn’t be a day that we’d soon forget. Until next time, here’s a parting shot from the day…

The summer was flying by and the calendar said it was September, so Dan, Joe and I made plans to head to Mt Hood to get some summer turns in. As usual, we met early and carpooled up to the mountain in Dan’s Tesla, and after a stop in Sandy to supercharge we pulled into the climber’s lot. Looking at the mountain, all three of us were amazed at how the snow had melted in the last couple of weeks, but it looked like the Palmer patch was barely holding on to allow us to find a few turns.

After a few minutes of sorting gear and donning approach shoes, we shouldered the packs and headed up the road towards Silcox. Partway up we were able to peer into the Mile Canyon and it didn’t look very good at all. Nevertheless, we worked our way up and I snapped a couple of pictures along the way.

We reached Silcox in good time, and headed up towards the Palmer canyon. Part way up, we found some skiable snow for a few hundred yards, but it gave way to grout before we reached the mid-station. Continuing on up, we worked past the mid-station and eventually were able to get on skis and skins for the final section of climbing.

We skinned to within a hundred feet or so of the top of the Palmer, and it was time to take the packs off, grab a bite of lunch, and put the beer on ice. My offering for the day was a tasty Redwood Highway Hazy IPA from SeaQuake Brewing, which I picked up earlier while on the northern California coast vacationing with the family. It definitely hit the spot!

We hung out for a few minutes chatting with a couple of TAY aficionado’s while enjoying our beers, and then it was time to step into the bindings and head down.

I headed down first and set up to shoot a few pictures of Dan and Joe as they headed down. The turns were pretty nice even though the snow had some grit on it. In fact, the surface was remarkably smooth and we carved some sweet turns down to where it ended in grit a few hundred feet below…

At the bottom of the snowfield, it was an easy decision to head back up for another lap. Dan ditched his pack, we stowed a couple of beers in the snow, and donned skins for another ski back up to the top. A few minutes later we were clicked into our bindings and staring down the snowfield, ready to drop in for a second lap.

Back at the end of the snow, it was time to enjoy a swig of beer before heading back up for one last lap. The second offering of the day was from Ninkasi Brewing and was a tasty Pale Ale in a new-look can.

This time, we all left packs at the bottom and made the short climb back to the top. Our third run was as enjoyable as the first two, and I shot a few more pictures as we headed down. Dan took a couple of me as well…

With three runs in the books, it was time to load the skis on the packs and head down for a bit more skiing. None of us were sure how well the Palmer canyon would ski, but we didn’t want to walk it, so we worked our way over the rocks, grit and sand and finally came to a point where we were able to click-in to bindings again below the mid-station.

The snow in the Palmer canyon wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t bad and turns were quite a bit better than walking, the same which could not be said for the snow in the Mile canyon (more on that later). We milked the snow for all it was worth, and then it was time for more walking out to the Silcox below.

After booting down to the Silcox, we worked our way into the Mile canyon to ski what little snow was left there, which wasn’t much. We worked our way past a ton of sand, rocks and grit, and eventually clicked into skis to make turns on a few hundred feet of “snow.” The sliding was quite slow, definitely rough, but preferable to walking and we slid down until it ended.

At the bottom of the snow in the Mile, we changed into approach shoes, climbed out of the canyon, and started the walk down the road to the climber’s lot. A half hour later, we were sitting at the car enjoying some freshly grilled brats and looking back up at the mountain and admiring our work from the day.

A bit later, with the brats devoured, it was time to hit the road home. I think all of us agreed that even though the snow quantity was quite a bit less this year than last, this September more than made up for it in quality. Until next month, here’s a parting shot from the day…

The weather window for the end of October appeared to be shaping up really nicely to get some turns in on Mt Hood, and with my usual partners tied up with other obligations, I decided to head up solo to check out the conditions. My alarm went off early, and I almost hit the snooze button so I could sleep in, but I ended up dragging myself out of bed to hit the road early. Turns out I was glad I did. I made good time heading up the freeway, and pulled into Timberline a bit before daylight.

There was about two and a half feet of snow on the mountain, and the climber’s lot wasn’t plowed yet so I ended up pulling into the main lot and parked without issue. A few minutes later, I had my gear out, skins on, and was ready to head out. It felt good to skin right from the parking lot, and soon I was well on my way, skinning up the road I’d hiked up just a few weeks earlier.

There were one or two other folks around, but give the early hour I had the mountain mostly to myself. I worked my way up towards Silcox and a couple of snowcats joined me as I arrived. They headed on up towards the Palmer, working their way a bit to the east, and I headed on up as well.

As usual, I did stop at Silcox to snap a couple of pictures of the iconic structure. One of these days I suppose I’ll have to figure out a way to rent it for an evening….

I continued skinning up the Palmer, and was pretty happy when I made it to the top with a total time of 1 hour and 38 minutes from the parking lot. I met up with a fellow splitboarder there and we chatted for a few minutes about heading on up. Ultimately he decided to head down from the Palmer, while I decided to continue on up.

 I followed my nose up above the Palmer, working with the terrain to find the best spot for skinning. After a bit of traveling, I came to (what we’ve come to call) the Vietnam Couloir. The snow here was looking prime, and I was really looking forward to shredding it on the way down. I took 10-15 minutes at the couloir and pulled out my tripod to snap a few selfies….

Once I had a few pictures on the camera, I put the tripod away and continued on up. The skinning was a bit tedious at times, but I worked my way up to a great vantage point overlooking Illumination Rock and Saddle, and then on up towards the Devil’s Kitchen.

The traverse across the snow above the White River Headwall went smoothly, and I was able to skin all the way to the Hogsback, where I was greeted with some excellent views as well as cold and windy conditions.

My total time to the Hogsback was just over 4 hours, which wasn’t bad considering my brief stop to shoot a few pictures with the tripod. It’s amazing how fast the travel is on wind buffed snow and when you can keep skins on for the entire climb. I put my beer on ice, even though it was already cold, and enjoyed the views from one of my favorite vantage points in the Oregon cascades. A few moments later, it was time to enjoy a tasty Big Black Jack Imperial Chocolate Pumpkin Porter from Oakshire Brewing. Sitting there at 10,500 feet with absolutely nobody around, it occurred to me that I may have been the first person to ski from the Hogsback this season, which was pretty special. Regardless, it was definitely special to have the place to myself.

The beer hit the spot, and once it was finished it was time to do what I’d come to the mountain for. Stepping into my bindings with the wind in my face, I shoved off and headed down from the ridge, enjoying smooth wind buffed turns down towards the White River. The ride was super enjoyable, and soon I made my way to the perfectly smooth snow in the Vietnam Couloir. I ripped the couloir from top to bottom, and stopped near the bottom to snap a few shots of my tracks before heading down onto the Zigzag to make some more turns on the smooth snowfield.

For a moment I debated stopping part way down the Zigzag, but the snow was too smooth and the lure of continuing down got the better of me. Ultimately, I made my way all the way down to approximately 7,200 feet, where the snow and terrain indicated it would be a good place to stop. I also ran into a couple of other skiers there that had made their way over from the top of the Palmer. We visited briefly while donning our skins, and then headed back up. Halfway up I needed a break to refuel and regain some energy, and they continued on up so I bid them farewell…

Back on the skin track after a nice break, I decided to head up to around 9,400 feet to circumvent the usual traverse back to the top of the Palmer, which was pretty rimed up and didn’t look inviting at all for crossing. This meant an additional 1,000 feet of climbing however, and I was pretty spent by the time I made it to the point where I stepped back into my bindings for the ride down.

The ride down to the Palmer was nice, and I was able find smooth snow by working the areas in between the rimed up rocks. The turns from the Palmer down were fun as well, and my legs grew tired from the seemingly endless turns. I had to stop once or twice, but eventually made my way back to the parking lot, and was pretty happy two have scored around 6,700 feet of skiing on the day.

Happy to be back down at the base, I threw my gear in the truck and drove over to the now plowed climber’s lot to enjoy some chips and salsa as well as a cold Pilsner Lager from Good Life Brewing Co. Although it would have been nice to have enjoyed the beer along with brats and my regular ski partners, it was pretty nice to just sit in the sun and bask in the glow of having enjoyed one of my best days on Mt Hood in recent memory.

A short time later, I headed out, thoroughly satisfied with the day. I stopped briefly on the way down to shoot a few pictures of Mt Hood from the highway vantage point, before ultimately heading down highway 26 and Interstate 5 to get home. All in all it was another excellent day of October turns on Mt Hood, and one I won’t soon forget. Below is a shot of the Mountain from the drive home, as well as a parting shot from the day…

 

Even though I almost couldn’t believe it, October was already here, and with it was the warm weather of an Indian summer that showed no signs of letting up. Regardless, Joe, Dan and I made plans to head to Mt Hood to get some October turns in, with hopes of finding some remaining snow on the south side of the mountain. We met early at the cop shop in Albany, piled gear into my Suby, and headed up the freeway. We made good time getting to the mountain, and soon were greeted with the familiar view from the Climber’s lot.

We were happy to see some remaining snow on the Palmer, but it was looking pretty bumpy and dirty in the morning lot. Nevertheless, we organized our gear, donned hiking shoes, shouldered our packs and headed up the road towards the Silcox.

The hike up the road went quickly, and we were happy to see a decent amount of snow still remaining in the Palmer Canyon. In fact, it looked like it had been cat tracked recently, which smoothed it out, so we put on the skins and started up. Near the mid-station, there were a couple of spots that were about 200 feet long where the snow had melted out completely, but overall we were pretty happy with the coverage and condition of the snow in the canyon.

When we reached the mid-station, we were surprised to see they had done a little grooming the day prior. None of us were sure what was going on, but it sure didn’t hurt our feelings at all. We worked our way from the mid-station out onto the Palmer snowfield proper, and skinned the remaining way up to the top. The snow on the snowfield itself was definitely on the bumpy side, but it was plenty fine for early October turns.

Once at the top of the Palmer, we felt like it was worth heading over to check out the Zigzag snowfield, which had looked good from the road below on the drive up. The skiers changed back into hiking shoes, and we worked our way over to the snowfield, which indeed was looking smoother than the Palmer. We began skinning up, with the goal of heading up a finger of snow on climber’s left to get to our high point. On the skin up, we heard a big rumble, and a major chunk of the Steel Cliff fell to the ground. Although we’ve see this happen several times, this was probably the biggest rockfall we’ve ever witnessed on the mountain, as evidenced by the dust cloud in the below photo.

A little more skinning brought us up to our high point around 9400 feet, where we settled in for a nice view, a snack, and a refreshing beverage. My beverage of choice for the moment was a tasty Knuckle Dragger IPA from Rogue Nation.

Both the views and the beers were pretty great, and while we enjoyed them both Dan grabbed the camera and took a few shots of me with what has become my standard “sponsor” shot as Joe calls it, with my board over my head.

A bit later, it was time to drop in and sample the snow. Our plan was to ski the first narrow section, then make a short hike over to the smoothest looking snow on the west side of the snowfield, and that’s exactly what we did. I snapped some shots of the skiers as they came down on the upper section of the snowfield, and the turns were really fine.

The upper section was good, but the main snowfield held really nice corn. It’s definitely hard to beat good corn in October, and we harvested a lot of it on this day!

We snapped quite a few photos as we worked our way down, and the good snow continued as we descended. As usual, the Zigzag didn’t disappoint…

At the halfway point, I stopped and fired off several more shots of Joe and Dan as they came down, and from there on down we didn’t stop. The snow was too good, and we harvested the corn for all it was worth, down to the very bottom.

At the bottom, the snow was pretty dirty and we skied over a few thin spots with running water below, but I’d say we definitely milked it for all it was worth. After our joyful ski, the looming climb back out became a reality, but it went quickly with the skins, and soon we were nearing our traverse point to head back over to the Palmer.

Back at our traverse point, the skiers changed back into hiking shoes, and we took a well earned rest for a few minutes, which afforded an opportunity to capture a few more photos. I snapped a pic of Dan and Joe, and then turned my attention to some interesting slurpee formations on the snowfield.

A few minutes later, we were all ready to head back to the Palmer, and after a short hike over scree and sand, we were back at our familiar summer hangout. After all this work, it was definitely time for another cold beer, so I pulled out my second offering of the day, a west coast pale ale from Claim 52 Brewing and put it on ice. A few minutes later, it was time to enjoy it!

We sat at the top of the Palmer for awhile, enjoying the views and beverages, before stepping into our bindings and shoving off for some more October turns. I dropped in first, and setup to shoot a few pictures of Dan and Joe as they came down. The snow was bumpy but decent, and we all agreed it was nowhere near as nice as the Zigzag, but still fun for October.

We worked our way down the snowfield, and as we neared the mid-station we hit the groomer from earlier in the morning. To our surprise and amazement, the cat had come up in the afternoon and pushed snow across the two areas that were bare rock earlier in the morning and had groomed the whole Palmer Canyon nicely. It made absolutely no sense, but we were so stoked to be able to ski the whole run without taking our skis off. Plus, the snow quality was absolutely perfect!

We worked our way into the Palmer Canyon from the mid-station above, and were absolutely stoked beyond belief with our luck. I’m 100% certain that we were the only people in the United States, and most likely North America, that skied a groomer on this day. It was pure bliss!

I snapped dozens of shots as we worked our way down, and the snow quality remained superb. I don’t know if we’ve ever experienced anything quite like this before, or if it will ever happen again!

Near the bottom of the canyon, Dan grabbed the camera and fired off several shots of me enjoying the fresh corduroy, including the two shots below…

We skied right down to Silcox, and waiting there for us was the cat that made it all possible, still dripping with snow. We figured they must have laid the corduroy down only an hour or so at most before we headed down…

From the road at Silcox, we made the short hike to “ski” the snow in the Mile Canyon. The snow in the Mile Canyon was short, and for that we were happy. The snow in the Mile Canyon was the complete opposite of the snow in the Palmer Canyon. It was survival skiing at best — filled with sand and bumps. We slid down to the takeout near the road, and were pretty happy to be done with the turns when we made it!

Once we made it out to the road, it was an easy hike back to the parking lot, where it felt really good to change into shorts and flip flops and enjoy some garden fresh chips and salsa. In what has become a post-ski tradition, we also got the brats going on the grill, and enjoyed them with all the fixings shortly thereafter.

When it was all said and done and time to go home, we loaded our gear in the car and hit the road. As we pulled out of the climber’s lot, we all agreed that this October would definitely be one we’d remember for a long, long time! Here’s a couple parting shots from the day…