Hippo blog

Dufur Gravel Ride

Intention is everything, right? Rachel and I intended to do an awesome three day bike loop on serene gravel roads. Short story brief, we bailed at Tygh Valley to go back to Dufur and the hotel. The scenery was super awesome, the heat not so much. On one hand we could camp in 90deg weather, orrr have cold cider in a nice hotel. Cider and hotel won out.

Panoramic Photos

Photos

Dufur Moto

Three day moto ride to the Gorge and Dufur.

Kauai

Mom and Dad flew Rachel and I over to Kauai for a week of eating and lounging.

Panoramic Photos

Photos

Third Beach Camping

Sara and I hiked the long hike out to Third Beach to eat steak and camp for two nights. The sun was out the entire time and we were treated to sixty degree weather during the day. Our camp was just a few feet above the high tide line, so we were woke up by the waves. There were very few people on the beach, considering how awesome the weather was.


Sara brought out a cast iron skillet to cook our eggs and bacon, along with a few nice steaks. I contributed almond milk.


At night Jupiter, Venus and Mars stuck their heads out until the Moon showed up and shone everywhere.


Panoramic Photos

Photos

Tabor

Tabby on Mt. Tabor.

Photos

Dog Mountain Sun

Hike up Dog Mountain with Kari and her pooch Murphy.

Panoramic Photos

Photos

Mt. Hood, Almost

Climb

My buddy Kari and I went up to Mt. Hood to try and get in a winter ascent. As this was ‘winter’, we purposefully left late at 4am so we could enjoy some sunshine during the climb. A thick ream of climber registrations showed we would not be alone on the hill.

On the slog up we commiserated about how packing for a climb always takes 3 hours, regardless of how much goes into the pack. The moon lit the way for an hour or so until it dropped below the ocean and we were left with our headlamps. Despite the top of the Palmer having been moved further north we made good progress up the glacier. We stopped to eat and put on crampons while listening to others plan for their respective climbs. While strapping on the crampons I realized they were adjusted for my ski boots and were a little loose and one of the heel straps was broken. Lame.

At about 9500’ our stoke started to run out. The diagnosis was a case of I-don’t-wannas combined with feeling out of shape. This was Kari’s second outing on her newly repaired knee so she was deciding to top out at Hogsback. I really wanted to top out ten feet below us. We decided to keep going to Hogsback and make another call up there.

Just as the sun poked over the rimed cliffs we got to the Hogsback. Kari called it for herself and offered to schlep the rope back down to the car. The summit was right there so I decided to keep going up, sans rope weight. The Pearly Gates looked pretty easy, even though another guy said it was icy and bailed back over to the Old Chute.

I climbed up nice steps to the left chute of the Gates to see how it was. The right chute looked more promising until a barrage of large ice chunks flew down said chute. I kept going up the left one and talked to a dude ahead of me who was in the steps. About then a large chunk of ice came down and crashed in front of me, breaking into a lot of pieces and bouncing off of my helmet. He said that was it for him and downclimbed to me and on down to the Hogsback. I went up a little further to see how hard it was. It looked super cool, but after seeing my left crampon move around a bit and more ice coming down, I decided it was time to head back down as well.

Rime ice continued to fall as I downclimbed to the Hogsback. Nothing terribly large was dropping so I finally felt comfortable. I saw one piece dropping and thought ‘That looks tiny, no biggie’ as it slammed into my right arm, causing me to scream like a child. That ended my thought of going up the Old Chute as I didn’t want any part of more falling ice.

I stood on the Hogsback listening to others discuss the conditions and whether it was good to bail or not. There were at least 40 people on the Old Chute face, which further sealed the deal. I adjusted my malcontent crampon and headed down. A few hours of trudging got me to the top of the Palmer, where I wished I magically had my skis, or at least my sled that I left at home. Another hour of hiking got me back to the car, where Kari was hanging out with a cider for us to split. I offered up some chocolate and we had a ghetto picnic in the parking lot before driving back home.

Photos

Copyright © 2015 - Sam Jackson - Powered by Octopress