Art invited me up to McCall to ski
Jughandle. So of course, I had to go.
I drove up to McCall early Sunday on
an almost empty highway, stereo turned
way up and coffee mug full. I got to
Art's house at about 7, and we were on
our feet at about 8:30. Temp was an astoundingly
warm 50°. Even so, we were able to
walk for about an hour before we put
on the skis.
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| When we finally got above the trees,
the day was warming fast. I was already
skinned up, so got a little ahead of Art
while he put his on over his kick wax.
Instead of taking the best line to the
summit, I chose to take the best line to
the slight breeze on the ridge. That's
the Wallowas in the background. |
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We hit the false summit and decided
it was necessary to go to the true summit
in the distance. |
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The traverse and slight additional climb
didn't take too long and soon we were
on top, a place Art found suitable for
showing off his wood skis. |
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The ladybugs were having an orgy. |
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| The McCall backcountry has lots of snow.
That's Boulder in the foreground. We spent
about 1/2 hour naming peaks. But the snow
was getting softer... |
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We skied off the west
face making fun turns in the slightly
slushy snow. For some reason, Samson
growled at us when we made turns....
not sure if he objected to our technique.
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I was on full tele gear, with plastic
boots, cable bindings, etc. However,
Art is sort of a luddite and insists
on using his wood skis, even on this
fairly steep face. Here he makes a point
of showing me that his skis did not have
metal edges. He actually made pretty
good progress down the mountain in this
position.
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