Shaun & Robert tackle
on crampons, skis, and snowboards
Robert starts up the bottom of the 2.000' chute
|After waiting weeks on the weather, the snow
finally quit falling and Robert and Shaun kicked their way up the best chute on the west
face of Cascade.
Leaving the car at 8:00 a.m.,
they found the snow in the chute pleasantly hard and stable.
Shaun makes good use of axe & crampons on a
particularly steep section
Robert took the time to traverse a narrow ridge to gain this overlook on a
|This perfect chute just climbed and climbed, opening and constricting and
finally spitting us out over 2/3 the way to the summit, right in the center of the
Rather than sloping off above the chute and cliffs as expected, the mountain
actually grew steeper. This was added to the beautiful but difficult & deep fresh snow
we waded through. After lunch, things got a little better, and we summitted around
We were both more interested in the ride down than in taking a mile walk through deep,
soft snow to the summit, so we picked a spot between cornices and started down.
With our first steps over the edge, the top few inches of wet snow slid away with us,
clearing the way below.
Shaun takes a breather near the top of the chute
Shaun carves a nice slice of heavy snow
|The snow on the back was between a foot and two
deep and extremely heavy, making snowboarding difficult for first-timer Shaun. Even
so, he got enough good turns in to make the trek up and over the mountain worthwhile.
His recommendation to other beginning boarders: avoid snow-goo and
buy a lift ticket (ie: don't try this at home, kids, we are fools for high
Robert telemarks his way down the upper bowl
Once the terrain leveled off, the board wouldn't move through the heavy snow. He
walked a significant part of the way down, sometimes sitting on the board and nearing 30
mph through thin aspens, snow flying everywhere.
They eventually reached a 100+' cliff that cut across the entire cirque. A
careful descent through the only available narrow chute brought them to the lowlands where
the trail soon appeared from beneath the snow. The hike into springtime was magnificent,
leading through bright green meadows, rustling leaves, and the most beautiful golden brook
you've ever laid eyes on. Ahhh, west and wewaxation at wast.