If the altitude doesn’t getcha, the vert will. Or the storms, or you might do a DB Cooper.
With those thoughts running through my head like a raging lahar dumping off Mount Hood, I pressed out a triple espresso at 2:00 am in Bellingham, Washington. While nicely buzzed, I enjoyed spectating as Louie baja ran the short but sufficiently violent trailhead drive on Glacier Creek Road (as in, a “paved” logging road that looked like something out of a Guatamalin jungle).
Gregg, as a true local, figured he’d give us the full PNW scrappy experience so we skipped the few hundred feet of dry trail at the start and instead squished through a bog. To redeem , he then ushered us to a perfect entrance, where this year a gigantic avalanche has filled a gulch and made a ski route for Baker that is PNW rated tailgate to tailgate.
Tailgate skiing is fine by whatever wet footed standard. Yet as a wimpy Colorado skier, facing 12 miles and 7,100 vertical feet of climbing was causing me to wonder if this would be too big a day. Turned out great, but yeah, I’m taking a rest day today!
For now, I think I’ll go to the lowest elevation possible and have some coffee down by the bay.