
Welcome to the Cascades! We had a fun river crossing two minutes out of the car. Everyone stayed dry, despite Greg (in red), falling between the trees while Zach scooted across, straddling the tree.

Mt. Sefrit as viewed the following day. It's obvious why we would try to ascend this peak to ski down. What was less obvious was that after several hours of effort, we may have ascended to the elevation represented in the bottom left of this photo.
Inauspicious beginnings on day one of our trip to the Pacific Northwest… Zach, Greg, and I tried for the summit of Mount Sefrit in the Cascades today. For a first in my ski life, if I remember correctly (I’m aware of my propensity to forget such things), out of the entire day’s effort, not one of us made a single ski (or snowboard) turn all day. This despite covering miles of ground. Conditions were thin on the lower reaches (up to 7 inches in places, and a deep 7 inches at that!), and the Cascades offered up a full dose of their legendary bushwhacking. Bushwhacking would of course be a polite term to encapsulate the day’s outing – which, during its more interesting moments (minutes? hours?), was more akin to rainforest crawling. This slowed us a bit to say the least, so we descended one route, tossing in the towel Continue reading ‘Mt. Sefrit Attempt – Cascades’





