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June 2025 Methow Rides
From June 9 to June 14, 2025 Odette and Jerry rode out of Winthrop and Chelan
Early in 2025, as we were planning a ride down the Danube and looking further out to the Agean, I told Odette that I wanted to do a ride east of the mountains in the Spring – and she said OK. What I really had in mind was a ride in the Okanagan or the Selkirks, but I decided to strike while the iron was hot and booked a stay at Sun Mountain Lodge in Winthrop. We hadn’t been to Winthrop since 2022 when we discovered that there wasn’t any place to get early breakfast and vowed to stay at Sun Mountain the next time we went there. Winthrop is familiar territory for us after a bunch of visits for hiking & climbing, biking, and x-country skiing. I mapped out a couple of old favorites (Chewuch and Carleton) and then worked out a down-sized version of the ride to Grand Coulee we’d done two or three times a decade ago. The basic idea was to ride a couple of days in Winthrop, drive over to Chelan via Grand Coulee – stopping for a ride on the way – and then do a couple of rides in Chelan. I couldn’t figure out how to book Campbell’s on line so I settled for a couple of nights in an AirBNB.
A week before we were scheduled to go to Winthrop we did a ride on the tandem and discovered a broken spoke on the front wheel when we got home. I rode to Recycled Cycles and got told that it would be $40 in labor but a three-week wait to get the spoke replaced. (They also pointed out that the rim was pretty beat-up and likely due for replacement pretty soon.) I went on down to Polkadot Jersey where I’d gotten the wheels and they quoted me $80 and said they could have it done by the weekend. On Friday, the day the work order said it would be ready, I stopped by the shop to remind them that I was leaving Monday morning. They hadn’t started yet but promised me it would be done the next day and it was.
I loaded the tandem on the roof of the car and we (or rather Odette) drove to Marblemount with no complications other than seeing a bear just before Rockport. The lack of complications was not guaranteed since it was the first time using a rebuilt tandem carrier. After Odette ran into low overhead pipes, I took off the Yakima bars and attached the carrier directly to the factory rack. I removed it in February to mount a ski case and when I put it back together, instead of a longitudinal bar to clip the strut to, I mounted a regular bike carrier with a U-bolt through it about midway. I also drilled a couple of holes in the tandem pivot plate so that I could put bolts through and entirely lock it out. I was scared the wing nuts I used on the bolts would loosen up and I was scared that the holes I drilled in the channel for the U-bolt would wallow out. It actually tightened down very nicely and 100 miles later the wing nuts were loose but not in any danger of coming off and the bike was not swaying enough to bother me.
We rode down Rockport-Cascade Rd from Marblemount to Rockport and took SR 20 back. Here’s the map. It was only 20 miles but it was fun – the forest was lush, the day wasn’t too hot, the traffic on SR 20 wasn’t too bad. I saw a wild turkey but no bears. We had a nice lunch in Marblemount and then Odette drove another 100 miles to Sun Mountain Lodge outside of Winthrop. The scenery over Washington Pass was as spectacular as ever. We stopped in Winthrop and walked the main street and visited a bookstore – not much had changed. At the lodge we loaded our stuff onto a cart and checked into a nice room on the third floor. (It was a big room with a nice shower.) We looked out over the pool and up the valley to snow peaks. The air conditioning made too much noise but worked quite well. We had dinner there and liked it well enough to eat breakfast and dinner there the next two days as well. The restaurant never had more than a half-dozen diners and at each meal there was something the kitchen had forgotten or that they were out of. They also surprised us with a minimum wage surcharge.
The next day breakfast wasn’t available until 7:30 so after a late start we left the car in town and rode out East Chewuch River Road to the end of the pavement on Forest Service Road 51 and back on West Chewuch River Road. Here’s the map. It was almost 50 miles, but I had mapped a 35 mile route in RWGPS. (I couldn’t find the stream crossing where we’d always turned around and stopped where RWGPS showed an end to the pavement.) It was hot and the last couple of miles on the way out were brutal. The side hill traverse that you do on West Chewuch on the way back wasn’t much better. There was a cable team running wires with flaggers stopping traffic and Odette cried out to them in sobs, pleading for them not to stop us on the grade. We got back to the car at the community barn and collapsed in the shade on the grass. We stopped at the Thriftway and bought grapes and cold juice.
For the third day of the trip we left the car in town for another late start and rode out East Twisp-Winthrop Road to Methow Valley Highway and down to Carleton. We rode back on the other side of the river on Twisp-Carleton Rd to SR 20. We left the highway at the river bend after Twisp and rode the river road to Twin Lakes Rd. and back to the car. Here’s the map. The way out was pretty much all down hill and we got out before the heat of the day so it was a good ride and we did well. On the Twisp Carleton road segment we slowed down (I’d forgotten that there always seems to be a headwind there) and stopped in the shade a couple of times because of the heat. After we left SR 20 we took a long break in the shade and Odette decided that she would walk the rest of the way. Eventually she got back on the bike but by this time she had decided that she had heat exhaustion and would likely not survive. The climb away from the highway on Twin Lakes Rd. wasn’t nearly as bad as I had imagined but it offers very little shade – we finally pulled over to avail ourselves of a patch on the left and we must have looked like we were on our last legs because a driver pulled over when he saw us and asked if we were ok and if we needed a ride back to our car… We made it back in due time (but without seeing any deer in the fields near the lake where we’ve seen lots of deer in previous years.) We missed the sign to Sun Mountain and ended up driving all the way to Twisp looking for our turn. Odette declared that she wasn’t going to ride Grand Coulee the next day and I realized that whether it was physical or psychological the chances of her enjoying that route were pretty slender, so I didn’t argue. The shower that afternoon was great, the restaurant was fine (although the server didn’t know from Porter) and we slept well.
After a final late breakfast at Sun Mountain we checked out (where they surprised us with a resort charge) and drove to Twisp. We parked at the city park where we had parked the last time we opted for an easier ride. We did an out and back on the Twisp River Rd., turning around at the 15 mile point . Here’s the map. The forest was dense (but an east-side pine forest instead of the rainforest we usually ride in.) We saw several deer. There was a Cascade Bike Club gravel bike event that we encountered on the way out. It was much cooler than the two previous days and I wondered if we couldn’t have ridden Grand Coulee successfully – and felt some regret in that I’m unlikely to ever ride that agin now.
Odette drove about 50 miles to Chelan and we checked into an AirBNB pretty close to the center of town. The room didn’t compare to Sun Mountain but It was just about right for what we were doing. We had dinner at Campbell’s and the NY Strip was frankly much better than anything I’d eaten at Sun Mountain. The next morning we got an early breakfast at the Artisanal Bakery (which we carried back to our AirBNB.) We rode out US 97 A to Navarre Coulee Rd to S. Lakeshore Rd and back on US 97 A again. Here’s the map. It was another 30 mile day but with enough climbing to make it interesting. It started out cool but warmed up as we climbed up the coulee. On the highway descent (after the tunnel) I swerved to miss rocks on the shoulder and got honked at by an SUV. Odette kept looking for the steep part but didn’t seem too disappointed when it never materialized. After our ride we walked around downtown visiting another bookstore and the riverfront park and then had dinner at Campbell’s again. Impressively, the waitress from the previous night recognized us.
For our final day we got an even earlier breakfast at Starbucks and Odette drove 60 miles to Leavenworth. We parked at the ranger station and rode out Chumstick Valley Highway to Plain. From Plain we took Beaver Valley Rd to SR 207 to Coles Corner and then rode back to Leavenworth on US 2. Here’s the map. It had been a decade since we had ridden this loop but it was still about 40 miles and is marred only by the traffic and deteriorated pavement on the shoulder of US 2. It was cool at the start and below the crest we met a group of sports cars that wanted to play chicken with us. We stopped at the crest for a clothing adjustment and after Plain we encountered another bike event (Tour de AlpenFlüsse) going the other direction. I wore my Cascadia jersey with the idea of joining the No Kings demonstration in Leavenworth, but in the end we decided it felt too much like carpet bagging and we opted not to. Odettte drove about 120 miles back home taking US 2 over Stevens (noting about a five-degree difference in temperature as we went over the crest) and taking SR 522 and 405 North to Lynnwood as suggested by Google.
Overall it was a lot of time in the car and not enough time on the bike. The tandem carrier held up to all of the driving and bouncing around. After a couple hours, though, I need to check the wing nuts. The bike performed very well. We have some squeaks in the brakes but I was pleased. I’m disappointed about the Grand Coulee route but I’m glad we made it back over to the Methow and Chelan is always fun.
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Deadmou5 – While (1<2)
June 22 2014, 1:25 PM ET
by Garrett Kamps
The reason you gotta love Deadmau5 is that he makes it so easy to hate him. To thumb through the yearbook of 2014 EDM stars is to be overwhelmed by the visages of shiny happy people. Who’s chiseling these guys’ features, Michelangelo? Martin Garrix, Avicii, Hardwell, Calvin Harris, Kaskade, David Guetta, Afrojack — it’s like a Florentine sculpture garden drenched in hair gel. Then there’s Skrillex, who thankfully looks like a ’70s feminist who stuck a fork in an electrical socket. And then there’s Deadmau5, who, yes, wears a mouse-head when he performs, but who is equally visually arresting offstage. Tatted up and speed-freak skinny, Joel Zimmerman looks like trouble. He talks trouble, too. He’s a walking solar eclipse, throwing shade in every direction. He disses DJs for playing other people’s music instead of composing it themselves, disses festival crowds for prizing inebriation over the experience of great art. Heck, the dude called Madonna a pussy. Madonna. Point being: Zimmerman is not an easy guy to like.
This is why you should like him. Look, EDM1 is a wasteland. To borrow one of those spine-tingling sociological terms, the genre is a digital native: It doesn’t remember a time when personal branding wasn’t priority No. 1. Many of EDM’s biggest superstars are arguably better brand managers than they are DJs or musicians, and some of them won’t even deny that. This cynicism is fused to the founding rave ideals of PLUR — Peace, Love, Unity, Respect — and together they form the helix that is EDM, a $6.2 billion industry built on the conceit that love, not bottle service (wink wink), is all you need. It’s a situation that’s begging to be rebelled against.
So enter Zimmerman. If he didn’t exist, EDM would have to invent him. The man and his genre make great foils for one another: One is pure while the other is corrupt; one is iconoclastic while the other is an endlessly Xeroxed copy of itself; one cares about the music and its values, while the other uses it as a vehicle to procure vast sums. So then, if you’re with me so far, the question you have to ask yourself is simply this: Does Zimmerman actually care, or is his pose just another instance of extremely clever EDM branding? I mean, the mouse head…
I believe he does. I think he cares deeply, obsessively, belligerently. I’m not saying this is unique to Zimmerman among EDM mega-stars. Pretty Lights cares a great deal, he just makes shitty music. Skrillex cares, and makes decent music to boot, but he’s clearly gotten distracted lately building his OWSLA empire, choosing the route of the impresario over the auteur, stuffing his music full of too-clever collaborations designed to impress. Zimmerman doesn’t give a fuck about any of that. His discography isn’t flush with A-list guest stars, he’s not producing tracks for the umpteenth Britney Spears comeback album, etc. This isn’t to say he’s not a shrewd capitalist — far from it: He’s a mainstay on the Vegas/festival circuit, and he runs his own novel subscription site, a kind of Deadmau5-fan playground complete with its own apps and exclusive content. Add that up and you get this: a subversive operator thriving in a cutthroat, morally twisted media space. I’d put him on par with Louie CK in that regard: real rebels who are somehow simultaneously misanthropic and magnanimous, who have a pathological need to have their voices heard.
And all of this — thank Christ! — extends into his music. Again, we’re not talking about someone who’s going to grace the cover of The Wire anytime soon. He’s not exactly making hamburger out of EDM’s sacred cows. But goddamn is he reverent and passionate about this music, commensurate to what it used to actually command, back before things got so out of hand.
Of course if we’re going to talk about Zimmerman’s music we need to clear something up: the dude’s music vocabulary is not Shakespearean. He’s never claimed to listen to his dad’s old 45s growing up or raved about having jammed with Herbie Hancock that one time. He’s got maybe 16 tricks up his sleeve, but that’s about 8x more than a lot of his contemporaries (go ahead, I’ll wait), and most importantly: They’re his tricks and his alone. I mean, he didn’t invent any of them, but he’s put his stamp on all of them. Take something so simple as the guy’s kick drums. Zimmerman’s bass kicks are about as concussive as they come, but they’re also uniquely exacting, in the manner of, say, a tomahawk missile or one of Bruce Lee’s punches.
He likes arpeggios and warm chords, which in EDM is like saying he likes air and fresh water, but in his hands an otherwise pedestrian arpeggio brims with densely layered harmonics, a thicket of notes so tightly compressed you simultaneously hear it as a single note and many notes at once. “Pets,” off this record, is a great example: arpeggio, warm chords, kick drum. It doesn’t make sense that such a simple and ubiquitous triad could sound like signature Deadmau5, but it does. He’s using the same ingredients as the other guys, but his are locally sourced and artisanally crafted, whereas theirs are flown in from South America. This is no accident: Zimmerman is arguably the most skilled pure audio engineer among his peers, his studio crammed with walls of hard-to-master modular synthesizers. And guess what: he gives free lessons.
Let’s be clear about something else: While (1<2) is far from perfect. Zimmerman has said that the two Trent Reznor songs here, “Ice Age” and “Survivalism,” really tied the album together, but the latter especially is jarring and demands to be micturated upon. “Terrors In My Head” is meandering, and “Creep” has some admirable but lackluster, early-Squarepusher fidget-too-much energy. On “Somewhere Up Here,” someone peels off a guitar riff that sounds like a fart.
Yet there’s a lot on this album that’s superb. Zimmerman, who makes a point of performing only original compositions via Ableton during live sets, has designed While to be heard as two mixed suites, sort of thematically united by the piano digressions heard throughout both (which fans have had various tastes of in the last year via SoundCloud and whatever cool club they’re in, I get it… Shaddup). In other words, what you’re hearing on While is very close to what you’d hear if you saw Deadmau5 live, which is both awesome and absurd, because… have you seen Deadmau5 live? His stage show rivals an Olympic opening ceremony in its pyrotechnic bedazzlement, and it’s doubtful your speakers sound as good as, say, Lollapalooza’s. That said, the comedown from the swarming pulse of “Avarita,” via the whirring atmospherics of “Coelacanth 1” and into the slinking downtempo of “Ice Age,” makes a lot more sense as one seamless track. Haters will point out that the shouted “Fuck” on “My Pet Coelacanth” bears a certain resemblance to Skrillex’s famous “Oh my god” sample, but w/e, that’s decent company to keep. On its own, the track isn’t distinctive, but again it makes a badass setup for the Imax mogul-skiing vibes of “Infra Turbo Pigcart Racer.”
Quality-wise, the second half of the album has a higher batting average, Trent Reznor’s constipated mewl and the half-baked Pretty Lights frown-tempo of “Monday” notwithstanding. Zimmerman gets indignant when anyone suggests he’s only allowed to make concussive tech-house, and when you hear these blissful ambient tracks you’ll understand why. “Invidia” evokes Debussy/Satie and I got no problem with that, “Silent Picture” chops and quantizes acoustic guitars, merging them with background thrum and a sturdy bass line. “Superbia” is ghostly and affecting, and “Bleed” is one long whirring crescendo, a PLUR version of Tim Hecker. That’s one thing you can always count on with Zimmerman: No matter how far afield he goes with the dark theatricality, he always, always brings it back to that warm-fuzzy place. Case in point: “Pets,” which I have already described, but like… so warm and fuzzy!
It’s kind of funny and cosmically awesome that While came out the same week as Tiësto’s A Town Called Paradise (wait, really? That’s what you named your album?). Conflating these two artists is like confusing Katy Perry for Kate Bush. Whereas Tiësto symbolizes everything that’s wrong with modern EDM, Deadmau5 points the way to what could be right about it: a close connection to fans; deep enthusiasm for the genre’s sonic palette; a genuine interest in spectacle for the sake of creating shared experiences on a grand scale.
Would this record be better if it were 12 tracks and 60 minutes? Maybe, maybe not. What’s “better” at this point? EDM is slippery; it’s changing so fast. This is a double album. There are regular albums, mini-albums, EPs, mixes, singles, snippets, samples and then amazing things like this clip, wherein Deadmau5 openly mocks EDM young turk Martin Garrix by replacing the melody of the 18 year-old’s megahit “Animals” with that of “Old Macdonald Had a Farm.” Zimmerman did this on the genre’s biggest stage, Ultra Music Festival 2014, after being called in last-minute to sub for a hospitalized Avicii. It was a clever, calculated, and emphatically genius act of rebellion, by the one guy in the genre who stands a chance of providing the disruption it desperately needs.
1. A lot of you know what I mean when I say EDM, but just to clarify: There’s a solar-system’s worth of electronic music out there that I would never call “EDM” (including stuff you can dance to). I use EDM as shorthand for the phenomenon of blockbuster dance music staged at enormous scale. An analogous term, which most of you won’t remember, is AOR, which stood for Album Oriented Rock (sheesh!) and included bands like Boston and Foreigner, who like their forebears in, say, bands like Blue Öyster Cult and Fleetwood Mac, performed rock songs with guitars and drums and choruses, but the AOR bands’ rock songs were markedly cheesier and self-serious and nominally album-oriented, and these things occasioned a new classification. So for all you EDM fans who think you’re special for being saddled with a ridiculous name for the genre of music you like, I’m sorry, but you’re not. If it’s any consolation, at least now you know you have something in common with Journey fans.
Disc 1
01. Avaritia
02. Coelacanth I
03. Ice Age (feat. deadmau5) [deadmau5 Remix]
04. My Pet Coelacanth
05. Infra Turbo Pigcart Racer
06. Terrors In My Head
07. Creep
08. Somewhere Up Here
09. Phantoms Can’t Hang
10. Gula
11. while(1<2) [Part 1]
Disc 2
01. Acedia
02. Invidia
03. Errors In My Bread
04. Survivalism (feat. deadmau5) [deadmau5 Remix]
05. Silent Picture
06. Rlyehs Lament
07. Superbia
08. Mercedes
09. Bleed
10. Ira
11. Monday
12. A Moment To Myself
13. Pets
14. Coelacanth II
15. Seeya (feat. Colleen D’Agostino)
16. while(1<2) [Part 2]
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Whistler – MLK Day 2011
The plan was to drive directly from ski school at Snoqualmie Pass to Whistler on January 15 and to return on January 22. Will planned to bring a friend. The week before the trip Jerry was badly over-extended at work, including three very late nights with union negotiations. Will’s friend cancelled. It rained hard up to 8,000 feet so ski school cancelled. We drove down Saturday morning and had lunch in Vancouver. We bought some stuff at MEC and were embarassed by our visa card (even though Odette had called in advance to alert them to Canadian charges.) We stayed in Deer lodge again. Because it had rained to the top of the mountains at Whistler, too, we didn’t ski on Sunday. Monday on Whistler was okay once you got up to the Peak chair – except for the fact that you couldn’t see anything. Tuesday on Blackomb was frozen and scraped up. Wednesday on Whistler was even more so. We blew off Thursday because it was raining again and Odette and I went to the first nations cultural center where the carvers gave me a bad time about my patagucci wool top. Friday was sunny with 8 inches of new snow and Will and I skied Whistler while Odette lounged about. It was a really good skiing day. Saturday at Blackomb was also good, although everything had already been skied.
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Granite
April 10, 2010
Jerry, Alex and Carrie attempt Granite Mountain
A spur of the moment ski tour. Weather was supposed to be warm with “filtered sunlight.” There’d been a couple feet of snow at pass level during the last week. The avalanche center was saying considerable danger over 5,000 ft. on Friday going to moderate by Saturday – with a comment about having seen the layer of new accumulation slide in the ski areas and a warning about that top layer on slopes exposed to the sun.
We talked about avalanche stuff on the way to the Granite Mountain trailhead. All of us had climbed the peak in the summer, Jerry had led it as a backcountry snowboard trip for the Mountaineers many years ago. Bergdorfers book got passed around. The concensus was that if we stuck to the north ridge and kept out of the main bowl we would be safe enough.
At the trailhead we put on our beacons and tested them. We had trouble getting one of shovels out of its makeshift scabbard but ultimately we each had a beacon and shovel. Jerry had a snowboard and was wearing snowboard boots. Alex and Carrie had alpine ski gear (with ski boots in their packs) and were wearing climbing boots. We left the car at 9:30 and hiked the trail to the Pratt Lake junction before it was consistently snow-covered. (Although we did see snowshoe tracks in the mud!) There were no tracks heading up the mountain. Shortly after the wilderness area boundry we attempted to head uphill but the snow was so unconsolidated that we returned to the trail. We made that same effort when we came to the first gully but realizing that the summer trail switchbacked up on our side of the gully we continued up the trail. We tried to take to the trees when we got to the first gully crossing but were immediately postholing to our crotches. We decided to cross the gully and walk the switchbacks on the other side reasoning that when you’ve got a trail you should use it. When the trail headed for the second gully we could see the bowl through open trees just above us so with great effort we began climbing. Alex led but soon resorted to an almost crawling motion. Jerry and Carrie stayed vertical but had a lot of work to pack out steps that wouldn’t blow out.
The idea was to cut back across the first gully just below the bowl and climb up to the ridge sticking just next to the trees. Alex was faster and drifted more southward on the path of least reistance. We regrouped at a point higher than we wanted to be at and realized that we weren’t going to the summit. We decided to climb for another hour so that we could at least get some turns for our effort. Jerry steered the group up toward the crest of a smaller ridge on the south side of the first gully in the belief that there was some protection to being on top of the terrain feature. The snow was noticeably firmer as we climbed up this ridge and we remarked on having some slab action going on and discussed stresses on snow layers as they bent over that kind of a roll. The sun was bright and hot at this point. The goal became a cluster of trees below the point where the ridge blended into the bowl. From that point it appeared that we could ski back to the North ridge with only a short exposed crossing of the bowl/gully. About halfway to the trees we were overtaken by a hiker with an ice axe but no skis. He had a british or australian accent and Jerry at least didn’t really understand his comments. We waited for him to get into the front of the line so that he could kick steps for us. He obliged for a few feet of vertical and then turned around and glissaded down the way he had come.
As we neared the cluster of trees we turned north a little lower than we should have. The north-facing slope of the ridge seemed to have a very thin soft layer over something hard. Jerry retreated and continued on the ridge crest before cutting over to the lowest of the trees, intending to dig a snow-pit before attempting to cross the bowl. A strong wind developed as we neared the trees and it became very cold and difficult to see because of blowing snow. There was barely room for two above the tree – Alex put on his skiis while Jerry added a layer of clothing and Carrie waited for them to make space for her. Alex dropped down below the trees so that Jerry and Carrie could gear up and Jerry got into his snowboard bindings. When he looked up Jerry saw an avalanche crown that he didn’t remember and cried out “shit – did that just slide?” Carrie didn’t know but they were relieved to see Alex standing just below the crown. There had been no accompanying the slide – or at least nothing that could be heard over the wind. Jerry dropped down below the tree to make room for Carrie and saw Alex ski under the crown heading for the ridge as previously planned. Jerry called out to him to come back as he was concerned about a slide involving the upper part of the bowl.
We regrouped a few hundred feet below the trees – with no wind – and agreed to ski out the way way we had hiked up. Alex reported that he skiied a little way away from the trees and stopped and then the snow just dropped out from under his feet. He was at the top of the slide and was able to do a ski pole arrest. He reported that the crown was less than a foot high where he was. He said that his phone rang as he was getting up after arresting and from the record of the missed call he could tell that the slide happened at 2:30.
The first few turns were good on windslab but we were soon into soft heavy snow and after skiing perhaps 500 feet of vertical we were back to the trail with skiis on our backs. We quickly noticed the boot track of the guy who had glissaded down and at a switchback next to the first gully we saw where avalanche debris had covered his track but it clearly continued below. We crossed the first gully without being able to see the trail on the far side. We slid down a few feet to pick up the trail at the switchback below and were relieved to see boot tracks heading out. We scanned the debris as we switchbacked down next to the gully but didn’t see any gear of other indication that anyone else was involved.
When we returned to the trailhead there were several emergency vehicles and a bunch of first responders from the Snoqualmie fire department and Eastside search and rescue. The firemen indicated that they had received a cellphone call from someone who was lost and who might have been caught in an avalanche. They asked if we had seen any avalanches and we replied that we had been right next to one. The firemen suggested that there was more than one avalanche and wanted to know if we had seen “the north one or the south one.” They reported that the guy they were looking for was clothed in a t-shirt and shorts – which didn’t sound like the hiker we had encountered. As we waited for permission to leave, a steady stream of mountain rescue volunteers arrived and began the process of booting up.
After debriefing and leaving contact information, we left and drove across I-90 to a vantage point where we could see that we had been dead center in the bowl we had intended to avoid. The slide was visible from the highway and dropped perhaps 1,000 feet. On the drive home more emergency vehicles were encountered heading up toward the pass and helicopters were visible overhead.
By the next morning the news was reporting a rescue and on Monday television had the interview.
Here is an excerpt from the snowpack analysis the next day.
Here are some photos (mainly by Alex and Carrie.)
