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S.O.S. Explained An Airbus 380 is on its way across the Atlantic. It flies consistently at 800 km/h at 30,000 feet, when suddenly a Eurofighter with Tempo Mach 2 appears. The pilot of the fighter jet slows down, flies alongside the Airbus and greets the pilot of the passenger plane by radio: "Airbus, boring flight isn’t it? Now have a look here!" He rolls his jet on its back, accelerates, breaks through the sound barrier, rises rapidly to a dizzying height, and then swoops down almost to sea level in a breathtaking dive. He loops back next to the Airbus and asks, "Well, how was that?" The Airbus pilot answers: "Very impressive, but now you look!" The jet pilot watches the Airbus, but nothing happens. It continues to fly stubbornly straight, with the same speed. After 15 minutes, the Airbus pilot radios, "Well, how was that? Confused, the jet pilot asks, "What did you do?" The AirBus pilot laughs and says, "I got up, stretched my legs, walked to the back of the aircraft to use the washroom, then got a cup of coffee and a chocolate fudge pastry. The moral of the story is: When you are young, speed and adrenaline seems to be great. But as you get older and wiser, you learn that comfort and peace are more important. This is called S.O.S.: Slower, Older, but Smarter. Dedicated to all my friends who are like me, now realizing that it is time to slow down and enjoy the rest of the trip. Dedicated to all seniors. ANONYMOUS 2011 Wondering the mountains takes us on a path thru our soul. While a path thru our soul takes us to new heights. New heights expand our love of wandering. chic. 7.29.11 Th silence of the mountains include: The roar of a stream, The rustle of leaves in the wind, The songs of birds, The tumbling of water along it's path, The crunch of foot step, The soft warm light, The experience of beauty, The click of a shutter, The capture of an image, and the company of friends. chic. 7.29.11. Th silence of the mountains include: The roar of a stream, The rustle of leaves in the wind, The songs of birds, The tumbling of water along it's path, The crunch of foot step, The soft warm light, The experience of beauty, The click of a shutter, The capture of an image, and the company of friends. chic. 7.29.11. Someone said the other day, Chic hasn't the good sense to come in out of the rain. While I countered, It's sad you don't have the sense to come out into the rain. chic. 8.18.11 I sat on a ridge today, and watched the sun come and go. Far out. chic. 8.18.11 The gentle breeze makes the trees rustle a quiet song as the tall grasses wave. The warm August sun, Lights up the forest. All is well on Canfield. chic. 8.18.11 Oh how lush 2011 is. chic. 8.22.11 This is late August. Yes I realize this is late August. The peaks of North Idaho are still carpeted in radiant green, with dozens of different wild flowers to add ascent. WOW!!! chic. 8.22.11 Old Memories A trail not taken leads to places few go. Whereas, a path taken leads those who wander to new heights, new views, and old memories. chic. 9.13.11 Chicwackin A freeway takes us to a road. A road takes us to a trail. A trail takes us to a path. A path takes us to chicwackin. Chicwackin takes us near nirvana. chic. 9.13.11 S. P. O. K. A. N.E. M. O. U. N. T. A. I. N. E. E.R. S. Schools Potlucks Orienteering Kayaking Alpine Climbing Navigation Enjoying Life Mountain Climbing Opportunity Up. The only way National Forests Terrain Alpine Hiking Ice Climbing Negotiation Environment Energy Route Finding Skiing chic. 9.13.11 It amazes me how people can live their whole lives in an area and never go exploring. It doesn't amaze me that obesity is ramped. chic. 9.13.11 A path sometimes goes somewhere, sometimes nowhere. But always a path leads one to enlightenment to peace to better health. chic. 9.13.11 We can go north south east or west, But no matter which direction we go, UP is our favorite. chic. 9.13.11 The way up is thru the woods. Past grandma 's house across the meadows and over the hills. But it doesn't stop there. Above the treeline there are ridges , glaciers, and so many summits. All this and much more are available to anyone who goes UP. chic. 9.13.11 Yes, I said "up is the only way." But once up the descent especially on skis, Is a rush more addictive than any drug. chic. 9.13.11 I walked amungst giants today. Some were growing along streams. Some were so old they turned white decades ago, amung the high ridges. These giant trees, no matter their age, are monarchs. chic. 9.14.11 One of the joys of wandering along the high ridges, is the ancient twisted snags. Some look like chandeliers, while others look like they were frozen as they meander thru time. chic. 9.14.11 On top of Granite Peak amungst the massive rubble of scree, the trail has been defined by the separation of stones. Next to the two rock cairns, are large slabs stacked as back rests. As you sit comfortably on rock, the views of three states, two countries, are all around you. The songs of birds as they soar in the wind, brings peace. chic. 9.14.11 I lucked out yesterday. As I was descending from Granite Peak, over a cliff, down a dry stream, a huge boulder I was clinging to, suddenly let loose. As it plummeted down the gorge, it luckily pushed my leg aside. Where I was, was isolated on a cliff. I was lucky. Or was ? chic. 9.15.11 The other day I was on a mountain top. The first rain in many weeks went by. Shortly after a rainbow appeared. A nice sight after so long. chic. 9.16.11 My Nine Lives 18 Bee Stings Del Cardozo Bay. Chrappnel to Nose ( A. b. C.). 6.66 Underpass I-90 Rose Lake Rock Climbing Accident 6.87 Falling Rock on Granite Peak. 9.11 Heart Attack Scare (G.E.R.D.'s. ) Mt. Biking Tr. 79 (Bungy Stick). Skiing Silver U. Cent. ( Head into Bank) chic. On going To find peace, simply take a walk along a high mountain trail. Listen to the wind rustling the trees. And the sounds of water cascading, and tumbling down over rocks and logs. Notice your elevated heart rate, and the rhythm of your breathing. It's times like this, that clear the cobwebs from our minds. chic. 9.16.11 I was deep in the forest the other day, when I noticed the deafening sound of quiet. As I stood motionless, I began to feel and hear the rush of blood thru my veins It was so quiet I could here my heart beat. I stood there for quite some time before I walked on. chic. 9.17.11 It rained today. The cooler temps made for a nice day for a walk. Mineral Ridge offers good views all around. chic. 9.18.11 It was odd today. Looking at thick dark clouds after months of blue sky's . On one hand, I'm sad to see the sun start to flirt. But on the other hand, we're one day closer to ski season. chic. 9.18.11 Cool crisp days Clear cold nights Are the triggers for all of nature to move on. As the summer fleets, and fall marches thru its glorious display of colors, it's time to turn up the high country's visits. Because of the cool wet spring, and the 15 minutes of summer, the mountains are over grown much like a jungle. All of this adds up to what will be a spectacular fall color season. Get out and enjoy. chic. 9.18.11 Fall is approaching quickly. As on cue, the forest is starting it's color migration. First the yellows, then oranges, and own to the reds . As the colors explode onto the scene, go for a walk amungst astounding beauty. Fall 2011 will be one for the record books. chic. 9.18.11 Spring----a renewal of life . Summer---a time to play. Fall-------an explosion of colors. Winter----a wonderland chic. 9.18.11 It seems as the seasons come and go, that time is zipping by. Now that I'm retired eventho, I know I've slowed down, time races on. It's hard to figure out what to do each day. Hike Kayak Mnt. Bike Road Bike Rollerblading Rock Climbing Scrambling Photography Napping All in the name of fitness. chic. 9.18.11 Hiking-------------Tripping and stumbling up a windy trail Kayaking----------The sensation of bobbing Mnt. Biking--------A pounding that causes a shit eating grin Road Biking-------A smooth glide thru time Rollerblading------Cranking turns and speed Rock Climbing-----A vertical dance on rock Scrambling---------A free ascent Photography-------A way to remember Skiing--------------Controlled falling Extreme Lunch----The art of fueling Napping------------What happens after each of the above chic. 9.18.11 I walked thou an ancient Ponderosa forest today. Some of these huge trees stretched to the sky. They stand so proud and beautiful. The Marie Creek trail passes by several such beauties. The peace and tranquility amungst such giants sooths the soul. chic. 9.19.11 I walked amungst boulders from the size of grains of sand, to the size of houses. This heavily weathered granite, intruded thru a billion year old sediment some 135 million years ago. The weathering has produced a rough knobby surface that makes it easy to walk up the steep slabs. The high "trail" is scattered with ancient white snags. While the tundra is so lush and green, you'd swear gnomes live about. Living or walking below the north Twin In the American Selkirks, Is one of the best trips of my life. chic. 9.21.11 High above Beehive Lake, just below the Seven Sisters, are granite strewn meadows filled with wildflowers, Sub-Alpine Firs, and lush green tundra. To walk in this high country take considerable effort. Once you have experienced the high meadows, and walked the giant granite slabs, your senses are heightened. With towering peaks high above, and miles of meadows to wander about. You swear you are in bliss. And you are. chic. 9.21.11 Walk high. Climb above the lakes. Ascend the rugged ridges to new heights. Gaze across the expanses from one peak to another. Look down massive granite walls. Descend thru meadows few ever visit. You have arrived. chic. 9.21.11 Can you imagine the excitement, the amazement of ascending a high mountain ridge top? Now imagine looking up 400 vertical feet to the summit of the North Twin at 7599', now allow your eyes to drop down the 1600 vertical feet to the basin below. This all takes place in less then 400 feet of horizontal relief. Now consider that most of these mountains are actually stacked rock. chic. 9.22.11 We were amazed at the fragility of the ridge we walked and scrambled along today. In one section north of the North Twin, the ridge resembled that of a back's spine of a giant crocodile . Each solo spire along the ridge of spires, round the cirque. It looked gnarlier than that of an aggressive cross cut saw. We scrambled up one pile that we swear looked unstable. Thru a split in the rocks, we photographed the northern end of the American Selkirks, with it's many jutting summits. P. Wow. chic. 9.23.11 The mountains are calling me again. "Come play along my ridges. Visit my summits. Wander my lush valleys. Drink in it's beauty, it's peacefulness. Absorb it's wonder. Allow yourself to become drunk on it's visual nectar. My mountains are screaming-- 'Come play with me.' chic. 9.23.11 It's astonishing to me that the spiny cirques of the American Selkirks, have lasted for 135 million years. Some look so fragile, you wonder of its safety. Yet we scramble for these perfect spots to photograph each section. My friend Chris is an aggressive explorer. Yet is first to point out hazards and offer cautions. Such a wanderer makes a special hiking companion. One who is cautious, yet has to go to the coolest spots. Thanks Chris . chic. 9.23.11 We walked a ridge line the other day. In some places it was almost wide. In others it was a knife edge. Along this ridge were places where huge boulders were stacked. In huge delicate piles. Most of these piles of rocks looked as fragile as a house of cards. As we climbed on them to achieve the best views for our images, we kept in mind where we were. The views across Harrison Lake's high meadows were, however, to die for. Of course we didn't . Die that is. chic. 9.25.11 I sat on a hillside today and watched a gust of wind, aggressively work its way across Wolf Lodge Bay. The breeze had protrusions like fingers traveling in advance of the bulk of wind . In some places the gusts were out front. Where in other places the bulk labored along behind. It took several minutes to reach the shore, so I had ample time to enjoy the view. chic. 9.26.11 I'm out boobin today next to an old weathered shore line point. As the waves hit the caverns, they glug and glug and glugged a deep throaty belch. John Denver is playing "Sunshine on My Shoulders" on my I-pod. The sky is azure blue with large puffy white clouds on the horizon. The winds are calming, and there are few if any boats. This is the day before the Kent Lake scramble. chic. 9.28.11 Bush whacking, or as it is better known as, chicwhackin’, is simply a dance thru the woods. chic. 9.20.11 There are as they say, 4 directions to a compass. Unfortunately there are two other directions often overlooked. One is often arduous , and most always becomes an exercise of passion with great views. The other can be painful, but most often, exsiting, exhilarating, and draws out uncontrollable yahoos. The two most important directions are...... up and down. chic. 9.20.11 One of the coolest things about a trail, is its ability to make you think. And even more important, the ability to allow you to forget. chic. 9.20.11 Skiing is the only activity that is more pleasing and satisfying than sex. What you say?!!!! How long does your sex last? chic. 9.22.11 Hiking, biking, swimming, climbing, rollerblading, mountain biking, partying, snowshoeing, backpacking,scrambling, are all fillers to keep us sane, between ski seasons. chic. 9.22.11 What a day to remember. Yesterday, Chris and I hiked to Upper and Lower Two Mouth Lakes high In the American Selkirks. The trail up thru the old forest was riddled with roots and rocks, giant trees, and house size boulders. Once at the lakes, Chris was astounded by their sheer beauty. Lower Two Mouth Lakes has a lot shoreline made up of rolling granite, and multi colored grasses, that beg to be photographed. What the maps don't show, are the many lengthy bays, jutting back along its Shoreline. Sub-Alpine Fir dominate the landscape. When these trees are young, under 40 years or so, they are short and remind me of hula dancers. As they age, they grow into towering spears of solid green. By the time they are 50 feet or so, they are ancient. Walking amongst these trees, one conjures up feelings of walking in a make believe land. The basin these lakes sit in, are surrounded by towering peaks and huge granite slabs, miles wide and thousands of feet from the valley floors to their lofty summits. Scattered along the basin floor are boulders the size cars far away from the ridge lines and peaks. Off in the distance stands Harrison Peak with it's hook nose summit. On the opposite side of the lake's basin, stands Peak 7171' with a shear vertical face. After capturing many images around the lake, we ventured up a ridge line to the upper base of this peak. We examined a route on a less vertical east face, and set our goal for the top. As we worked our way up thru the diagonal rock bands. The views improve with each step. Once above the steepest section, we walked along it's shear vertical edge. Views of other ridge lines leading up to the summit, were sole gnarly, they are simply impossible to hike or climb. As our summit came closer, and views kept getting even more amazing, we Realized that this was a false summit. Just above us, further up the ridge, sits our goal at 7001'. This summit, Altho unnamed, stands above Kent Lake in the back of a huge granite cirque. The ridge line around the cirque offers so many photo ops., you have to become choosy with your shooting. The upper reaches of the ridge line is basically flat. As we wandered about looking for the perfect scene, we realized that all our images will be perfect, simply because of our location. You just can't take a bad image amongst such astounding beauty. All around us for miles are the many summits of the American Selkirks. A cool view of the Seven Sisters, is viewed inline as opposed to face on. A view rarely seen by most. The hardest part for Chris and I , is the decision to head down. It isn't that there aren't great shots on the way down, it's just that you don't want to leave such a beautiful place. The long nine miles walk back to the car was uneventful, until we reached the trailhead. Here we meet Sunshine Lisa and a young man, who were rock climbing up higher. When we turned to walk the remaining 1.8 miles, Sunshine Lisa offered us a quick ride to our cars. Yahoo. For the great young people of Bonner's Ferry and Sandpoint. Sunshine Lisa dropped us off at the upper end of the bridge replacement we had to start from. Not only was the hike exceptional, the locals were kind and saved our butts at the end of a hard days hike. What a day to remember. chic. 9.23.11 Ridge lines The very best ridge line in our region, is by far The Seven Sisters of the American Selkirks. First the Pack River road offers an excellent view of Chimney Rock, and a glimpse of the Sisters themselves. Then there is the scenic trail to Harrison Lake, with views of Harrison Peak's hook nose shape. Once at the lake, which is beautiful in it's own right, the high ridge that circles most of the basin is spectacular. Harrison Peak to the north is the start of The Seven Sisters. While just south down the crest is Peak 7171'. This crest can be accessed thru lots of effort by boulder hopping. But once on the ridge, the high trail to the south will amaze even the most experienced explorer. The path wanders amungst huge boulders and past ancient Sub-Alipne Fir. Both living and long since bleached white from the relentless sun. Altho the path is narrow, it allows for views all around, as you ascend. As the summit block gets closer, you realize that these high peaks really are as sawtooth like as they appear from Highway 200. The excitement builds until all directions are down. Once you've stood no top of the Selkirks Crest, you start planning your next trip. After all, there are 6 more summits to play on. chic. 9.30.11 At 7001' in the American Selkirks, towers an unnamed peak above Kent Lake. It's face and ridge line are so scenic, it astonishes anyone who reaches this height. As the leaves start their migration of colors toward winter, they turn on like spotlights. The bright colors stand stark against the light grey granite. Along with the bold dark greens of the Sub-Alpine Fir, the contrast makes for incredible images. Go visit the high country and benefit from its riches. chic. 9.30.11 It's late September, when the mountains are beginning their migration of colors. First they are subtle with yellows and burnt oranges amungst the brilliant greens. Over the next several weeks this migration will light up the mountains with such beauty, it will astonish even the most avid wanderers. The ground cover will turn brilliant reds, organs , and yellows. These colors will carpet the mountains with astonishing beauty. Then just as the lands are about to turn white, the Larch flash onto the scene in electric yellows. It's fall in the mountains. It's beautiful in the mountains. chic. 9.30.11 The dark green, nearly black in places, of the moss covered rock of Goofy Falls, are a photographers dream come true. The body of these falls are broken rock in a chaos of angles and near vertical stands. The flow of water is sparse, and drips more than tumbles. Where the water runs "heavy", are bare and glisten in the light. Along side these flows are mosses so thick, it's hard to determine the underlying rocks shape. The greens are so dark, the textures adds to its photo quality. This is one falls that actually looks and photographs better with less flow than more. As you position yourself around the base of the falls, especially along it's lower stream, you notice that the rocks of these falls are actually goldish and orange. As the stream flows over the rocks in a series of tumbles and drops, the multi colored rocks shine in a splash of color. These brilliant rocks add to the contrast of the dark green mosses above them. On one side of the narrow canyon, the rocks overhang drastically , which adds depth and size to the canyon. Amongst all the Tame chaos, deep inside the rocks, under the falls, lives a family of Dippers. As we set up to photograph the falls, they fly out thru the falling water, and perch on the diagonal logs in front of the flow. They dip, hence their name, and seam to dance a happy dance, mostly because they seam to be showing off their home. These falls are unique and special to our area. Most falls rage, while these falls drip onto lush green moss. It is a place to return to often for it's unique beauty. chic 10.4.11 High along the Idaho Montana boarder at 7312 vertical feet, sits Ward Peak. The southern trail to the top is only a mile hike. In early October this face lights up in reds, burnt oranges (Knot Weed) among the pastel yellow grasses. Sparsely scattered along this face are ancient white snags towering like odd chandeliers . As the trail switchbacks one time up to the summit ridge, Eagle Peak appears across the high mountain cirque. This cirque also contains five beautiful lakes, Two of which are visible from Ward's summit ridge. As you walk along the boulder strun ridge, there is an area that has been stacked as a wind break campsite. A little further is another ridge jutting off to the north. Once on the new ridge you have views of Mary Lake on one side and an unnamed double lake that I call Dos Lac on the other. Imagine the photos. As we drop down the ridge towards the trailhead, we venture onto a hidden shelf with wild flowers and fall colors. Across the cirque is a field of brilliant fall colors dying to be photographed. Further down the face the contrast ancient white snags , blonde grasses, and bright orange Knot Weed dominate the views. Altho this is a short hike, it contains all the ingredients to please even the most traveled hiker. chic. 10.4.11 Rainy Days It's raining today. The rains clear the air, as well as cleansing the soul. As the rain falls on the forest, It cleans the dust and dirt off the trees and plants. It's been over a month since we have had any rain. One advantage to a rainy day, Is the clean crisp smell Of rain cleansed air. chic. 10.4.11 Dos Lacs Lac As we stood on a ridge above the lakes, it's hard not to notice the astounding beauty of it's cirque. On one side is a ragged unthinkable ridge with many cliffs. Just below these cliffs is an area on a steep slope exploding in fall colors. It's the intensity of these colors that draws your eye. The bench we are shooting from had both wild flowers and fall colors. Next to us is a glacier polished rock slab that drops several thousand feet. The opposite side of the cirque is a descending ridge that runs out in a mile. From our high place, the double lake sparkles like a gem. Dividing the lakes is a band of debris that snakes from one side to the other. One hot summer day that I was at the lake, I thot I'd dive in to cool off. After stripping down I stepped out onto a ledge just below the surface. To my amazement, that ledge was so far down, I never did stand on it. The clarity of the water was deceiving. From the lake the cirque stands high and imposing. Way back in the center of the cirque is a huge snowfield left over from last winter or maybe the winter before. Another cool feature of these lakes, is a difficulty to reach. I have never unhappy with a trip Ward and Eagle Peaks. chic. 10.4.11 Along the trail stands a stark white ancient snag struggling against time to stand a a monarch. Covering the ground all around it, is a mass of bright red huckleberry plants. Scattered around all of this are the aged blonde grasses to add to the contrast. This scene is copied over and over for miles in all directions. Ward Peak is one amazing mountain. chic. 10.4.11 Fall colors are the colors of life near it's end. So brilliant they are. They inspire writers, painters, and photographers. And wanders alike. chic. 10.4.11 What is it about the mountains that draws us there? A few are peace, serenity, beauty, and a love for nature. But as individuals, It's as varied as each person's need To be amongst raw nature. To see new places, Smell fragrant flowers, Experience weather of all types, And most importantly To wander about. chic. 10.4.11 High in the mountains Is a place for all of us to go. It is within each of us. It is our desire to be free, to wander where life takes us. It's not a destination, but rather, a place where we find inner peace, and a sanctuary from life. Go walk amungst your thots Experience nature. chic. 10.4.11 Where a trail takes us, is a destination. Where a path takes us, is within our selves. To go further into yourself, try chic-wackin. But beware, Up is the only way to go. chic. 10.4.11 Ridge lines are those high places that allows us to see both sides at the same time. Sometimes it is narrow, and excites those who carefully evaluate their challenges. Other times they are broad, and allow us to wander about. Not always are they low angle. It's when they become steep, and the journey works our legs, and lungs that we are most excited. Now imagine a steep narrow ridge line. It is here that your whole being feels the exhilaration, the excitement of being alive in nature. chic. 10.6.11 From the summit we see more than the terrain around us. For those who look carefully, we can see inside ourselves. We can observe others as they find the inner joy, and peace we all look for. For it is on a summit that we see ourselves clearly. chic. 10.6.11 A trail makes our journey easier. Yes it has challenges, but it also guides us to our destination. That destination may be a lake, or a summit. Or it may be a journey on a trail inside our soul. Step off a trail and the trek becomes a journey inside our very being. chic. 10.6.11 We did a study one year in the Spokane Mountaineers. The goal was to see how many outings we actually reached Our destination. For what ever the cause, 40% of the trips never reach there destinations. Whether it was because of rain, snow, bad roads, or our conditioning, we still our darnest. We also learned that an alternative trip is something we should plan for. 40% isn't. Failure. It is an opportunity to challenge ourselves. chic. 10.6.11 It isn't so much that we meet our goal, or arrive at a specific destination. Because if we fail to meet our goal, we have achieved something just as great. We have worked our legs, our lungs, and our minds. And no matter what, we achieve physical exercise . Sometimes that is even more important. chic. 10.6.11 Fall is the time of year that lights up our soul with its intense colors. It is a fitting end to a summer of heat and crowds. As the fall progresses from green to yellow, reds, and oranges, one dreams of cool nights and the need to walk amungst such beauty. HURRY!!! Go out into nature and see for yourself. chic. 10.6.11 Its when the tamaracks start their migration from lush green to electric yellow, that really excites us. Most fall colors are fading. Soon the very best fall colors fall all over the land. Soon it will be winter. YAHOO!!! chic. 10.6.11 The very best fall color of all, is white. chic. 10.6.11 Fall is that time of year that draws us outside to experience Mother Nature's beauty. As colors change and cool days and nights march on, go for a hike and experience Mother Nature at her best. chic. 10.6.11 Last weeks hard hike to Peak 7001' provided us with a walk on frost on the many boardwalks. Up high we encountered half an inch of hoar frost. Yahoo!!! Ski season is close. chic. 10.7.11 Anticipation of a hard hike, and it's planning stage, can be a challenge. Organizing your pack with the needed items, and not over loading it is not as easy as it sounds. Then there's lunch. Taking enough to fuel your activity, Without causing a space issue is even more of a challenge. Quality buns, and the absolute need to keep them un-squished has proven to be a bigger challenge then most of the hikes. chic. 10.7.11 We walked the ridge again today. This time we skipped the lakes and turned our efforts up hill. As the trail submitted the ridge, we stepped off onto rough rolled granite. After a brief stop to hydrate and snack, we focused our efforts and our attention on the imposing 600 foot rock band in the middle of our ascent. We chose a close diagonal crack that proved to be too scary for me. After an even scarier descent, I moved south to a very doable route. Once past this obstacle, the first false summit loomed above us. Walking up the east face reminds me of a garden built by the gods. Reds dominate the ground the ground cover all around. Once on top of Peak 7001', we continued along the ridge to its lowest point. Here, with great views in all directions, we paused for lunch. After a delicious chicken caesar wrap, we photographed the rising clouds. It looked like a storm brewing, but turned out to be a great photo op. I had slipped on a frosted rock earlier and bruised my left IT muscle, so I decided not to continue on to the Wigwams. As Chris made his way down to an obvious route, I continued the scenes all around me. Off to the north, Lions Head, Myrtle, and Abandon peaks command the views. Turn 180 degrees and Harrison Peak and it's seven sisters line up. Further away to the south west of the sisters, Mt. Dothan, and it's erection, Chimney Rock silhouette the horizon. Soon Chris returned from the Wigs, and we started our ascent back up to Peak 7001'. From Peak 7001', the descent to the van is a slow 6 mile hike. What an incredible hike and ridge to play on. chic. 10.9.11 YAHOO The weather folks are talkin a positive chance of snow in the high country. chic. 10.9.11 Today as I reminisce about yesterday's incredible hike, my left IT and ankle remind me of my age. chic. 10.9.11 Pastel greens Deep greens Light oranges Burnt oranges Delicate yellows Electric yellows Soft reds Bright reds Tan browns Dark browns Sky blue Vibrant blue These are the colors of the mountains just befor they become----- Snow White. chic. 10.9.11 Along the trail to Two Mouth Lakes in the American Selkirks and the surrounding peaks are massive white pines with diameters 3 to 5feet. Theses giants produce an enormous amount of golden-orange pine needles Walking along a trail covered with this golden carpet seemed surreal. Once off the trail, as we ascended the steep ridge line, we are awe struck by all the colors. First and foremost is the near overwhelming quantity and quality of the rolling white granite. Scattered everywhere are granite boulders the size coolers to the size of busses. On the ridge top are granite boulders stacked precariously into towers and knife edge points. It is a wonder they are still standing. All around are deciduous trees turning from deep green to spectacular yellows and reds. Their leaves cover the ground all around. As we venture higher the huckleberry bushes turn a bright burnt orange. Everywhere they cover the ground and add spectacular colors to our hike. Not to mention. When you blend all these vibrant colors against the abundant white granite, the contrast is overwhelming . This is the American Selkirks. chic. 10.9.11 The biggest fear in life ---- is not death. The biggest fear in life ---- is growing old before you die. chic. 10.9.11 Walking amongst giants, we realize just how small we are. Small in size. Small in age. Small in responsibility. Small in action. Small in ability. Walking amongst giants is a humbling spiritual experience. chic. 10.9.11 Spirituality has little to do with religion. chic. 10.9.11 Rainy days are a mixed blessing. Without them, we would not have the beautiful green lush forests. Without rainy days the possibility for forest fires escalate. Without rainy days, we don't have much needed rest days. Without rainy days we don't have time to organize or clean our sunny days messes. With rainy days we enjoy cooler temps and a moment out of the sun. Just remember that without rainy days our world would not be the same. chic. 10.10.11 Rainy days are cool. They clean the air, and wash the forest and cities. Without rainy days the photo ops we desire so much would not be as beautiful. chic. 10.10.11 Having T2D is like having a checking account. The challenge is how you spend your carbs. Just like you spend your dollars. Shop wisely. chic. 10.10.11 T2D requires the art of balance. It puts life and limb against dietary choices . It's an affliction that sucks. chic. 10.10.11 Open your eyes, and your mind. Look at life's challenges as an opportunity to express yourself. But beware, Your views spoken hastily, may come around and bite you on the butt. Or they may escalate to an uncomfortable belief. Non the less, your beliefs are paramount to your being. chic. 10.10.11 Close your eyes, and your mind To hate. But don't close yourself to help others get past hate. It is,however, a futile fight. chic. 10.10.11 It is nice to be in nature, and see the many hues of the pastel colors of fall. To listen to a nervous chipmunk off in the distance. Far off to the southwest is a noisy stream tumbling down below several old snow patches. Stevens Peak has the seasons first dusting of snow. The warmth of the sun both for images, and body feel good this fall day. chic. 10.13.11 Altho the fall colors weren't at their prim, they were bright and beautiful, non the less. The contrast of the freshly turned, against those about to turn , reek of a promise of colors about to be. Their brilliance could only be matched by a fine artist's brush. As we walked on and dropped towards the lake, the hues of greens, reds, oranges, and burnt oranges, capture our artistic imagination. All these colors adds even greater contrast against the beige and orange rock scree. Standing proud all around are the stately sub-alpine firs. Their shape is a tall narrow point of dark green. Once at the lake, the fall colors were just starting their move toward brilliance. The breeze dropped to stillness, and the lake became a mirror. The reflections jumped out at us. After picking up the trash and an old raft left a year ago, we set out on the loop trail back to the van. What a nice afternoon to be in the woods. chic 10.16.11 Another cool thing about North Idaho is that all of it's major lakes, have a high peak to the north. Each spectacular in it's own way. chic. 8.18.11 When lenticular clouds form, some say to not go into the Hugh country. But having been in the thick of it, I respectfully disagree. chic. 8.18.11 It is Rocktober 13th, 2011 along side Upper Stevens Lake. The fall colors have just started their explosion of colors. The yellows, oranges, many hues of green, the light tans of the craggy peaks, contrast nicely against the deepen blue sky, and the stark white clouds. I've been to many hundreds of lakes before, but Stevens Lakes and peak are the best. chic. 10.13.11 Along the trail to Crystal Lake, is a small stream. Off to the side is an old log foot bridge. Delapedated now, it still offers an excellent photo-op. This is just one of the many PO's of the trail to Crystal Lake. chic 10.16.11 I iimagine the colors of a fall hike. Now, go out into nature, and see that your imagination can't match what Mother Nature does everyday. chic. 10.16.11 Crystal Lake Once you step out onto a high mountain trail, the dance begins. The dance of rocks, roots, boots,and dirt, varies with terrain and steepness. Each dancer, dances to their own rhythm. The rhythm of a trail. chic. 10.16.11 Crystal Lake The rhythm of life, sings a song of joy and sorrow. Without one, we cannot Have the other. Without death, we cannot have life. Without rhythm, we cannot sing our song. chic. 10.16.11 Crystal Lake Open your mind, and your heart will follow. Open your heart, and your mind will be enriched. chic. 10.16.11 I Retirement is sweat. Retirement is hard work. Retirement is a whole new mind set. Retirement is way too cool. chic. 11.27.11 Today we hiked a spectacular trail to Trout Lake. It wasn't nessecarily steep or long. But it was especially beautiful. Along the trail were large granite boulders, ancient stands of trees, and fall colors. As we approached Trout Lake, the boulders became the size of mansions. The trail descends steeply and winds around boulders, until the lake below, comes into view. As we walked to the lake , we climbed onto a large, nearly flat boulder for a platform for photography. Three quarters of the lake was frozen over, while the remainder was mirror smooth. High behind the lake, Peak 7500' stands proud. With many cliffs making up the face , and an occasional patch of sub-alpine fir, this peak is majestic. The trail continues on past the lake, and slowly climbs a remarkable ridge to a saddle above Big Fisher Lake. Just before the saddle we encounter 6 inches of snow. We continue on to Peak 7484' for views and a place to enjoy our lunch. North of the summit and about 20 vertical feet below, I found the only non snowy spot. After a few pictures, we settle down to ham and cream cheese sandwiches. It wasn't long before we all found our spot for a nap. I don't know how long we slept, but the warm sun and still air acted like a sleep aid. When I woke, I set my camera on my tripod, used the 10 second delay, and laid down in my spot for the image. Soon it was time to head down. Before we left Peak 7484' I shot a long distant photo of Fisher Peak in the Canadian Rockies west of Cranbrook, and the many peaks of the American Selkirks all around us. This 11 mile round trip hike soon became my favorite trail. On the way out we had views of the Seven Sisters in line, with Chimney Rock off to the west. chic 10.18.11 The blend of white granite, dark green trees, and the fall colors, makes a trip into the mountains a stunning adventure. chic 10.19.11 As we walked along the high country trail, the valley below awash in fog, came into view. The adjacent forest hillside was just starting to show, the pale yellows of Tamaracks. With all this in the distance, the bright reds of fall colors, stood out in the foreground. chic. 10.19.11 Trout Lake The colors of fall come in many shades and hues. Now mix them with the many evergreens. This is amazing north Idaho. chic. 19.21.11 Trout Lake The river was nice today. Only two boats and an Erie calmness. The islands downstream, from the one I live on, Has no houses, just no trespassing signs It's shoreline is rocky, and has 4islands within it. On the way back up the river, the winds picked up and powered me along. The obscenity on the river, Of course, is the Amway eyesoar. chic. 10.22.11 harbor Island, Spokane.River Thesis Walking above Liberty Lake today, the fall colors took on all stages, of the season. It's sad to see them go, kinda. It's a good thing that winter is just ahead. chic. 10.23.11 The sound of the waves crashing into the rocky shore of Tubbs hill, cause one to pause. The constant change of tone in the glugging water, vibrates through the area. The tone is deep. The frequency varies as does the volume. The sounds draw you to listen more. More. chic. 10.25.11 Kayaking soothes the mind. chic. 10.25.11 Tubbs Hills shoreline rocks and cliffs, change in size, shape, and form continually As I paddle by. Now link the sounds with the sights. Kayaking brings such nice peace. chic. 10.25.11 I went bobbing again today. The sights and sounds , coupled few boats and calm seas, makes for a nice day to float. chic. 10.25.11 Up is a grunt. The views great. The effort epic. Lunch was nutritious . The friendship, the best. chic. 10.27.11 U. L. Stevens Lakes Walking scrambling the ridge between Lone Lake and Stevens Lakes, is a hike no one should pass up. It pumps the heart and enriches the soul. It's the most fun you can have with your cloths on. Except skiin of course. chic. 10.27.11 When we left the car at the trailhead, it was cold and first light just minutes ago. The lower trail was in full color. As we approached the headwall, we noticed the first signs of frost. Lots of ice was building up against the headwall falls. The higher we climbed the headwall, the more hard frost was evident. A short time after reaching Lower Stevens Lake, the sun broke over the east ridge. It was so cold we decided to climb the west slope to enjoy the sun's warmth. After about 20 minutes we reached a bench in the sun to have our first snack and rest. It was then we decided to go for the top. The west slope is just under 45 degrees and allows us access the ridge in about 30 minutes. Once on the ridge, we headed south up the spiny ridge to Stevens Peak. The last 10 minutes are excellent scrambling. Own top we found an old friend, an old Sub-Alpine Fir we call "The Creep Seat." We have used it for years in all seasons as a wind break. After a short nap, we ate lunch and photographed all the spectacular views. At one point just east of the summit, there are views of Lone Lake on the left, the spiny ridge in the center, and Upper & Lower Stevens Lakes, all in the same image. At this point we decided to walk the south ridge around Lone Lake. Once on West Willow Ridge we dropped down another 45 degree slope to Lone Lake's upper sanctuary. After a few photos, we headed north past the upper slough and down to the falls on the south end of Lone Lake. From here its 3 miles to the trailhead. Altho the fall colors weren't as nice as last week, the effort to climb Stevens Peak with an old friend, for the umpteenth time, was great. chic. 10.27.11 As the ridge between Upper and Lower Stevens Lakes and Lone Lake, undulates as it slowly climbs towards Stevens Peak, the views on both sides increase exponentially. Every once in a while, when you pause, you notice the spectacular ridge you're working your way along. It seems the reds are so much more brilliant as they contrast against the ancient white snags. The scrambling is some of the best and funniest. chic. 10.28.11 Words can not paint the picture adequately, of the shear beauty of Stevens Peak's many ridges. Its best seen for yourself. So get off your dead ass and go for a hike. chic. 10.28.11 Ancient white snags, jagged granite cliffs, intended fall colors, killer views, great effort, spectacular images, jutting granite columns, towering peaks, exceptional friends, make for a great day. chic. 10.28.11 It was good to see all the people at Mount Spokane's ski swap. The staff did an excellent job, and there was lots of equipment to chose from. The Mount Spokane Ski Patrol is a pillar within or community. I have unfortunately had to use their services. Congratulations chic. 10.29.11 The beauty of a ridge as it climbs slowly. Jagged rocks with exceptional hand holds. Elegant colors of lichen in yellows, reds, and blacks. The starkness of ancient snags. Delicate fall colors in every shade and hue. Winding picturesque trails covered in falls droppings. Blue skies so dark blue it amazes. Towering dark green Sub-Alpine Fir, piercing blue skies. Puffy white clouds in contrast against blue skies. These words can not do justice to the ridges around Stevens Peak. chic. 10.30.11 Hiking the many trails of the Inland Northwest, is a great pleasure and privilege. But stepping off the trail, brings you pleasure beyond belief. With effort, skill, and desire, the forest comes alive. New sights, scenes unseen before, steps taken, all bring you to new heights. Heights both achieved in wilderness, and in your soul. I call this chicwackin. chic. 10.30.11 As the slopes steepen, the lungs gasp for air. Your heart begins to pound. Your muscles become tense and warm. Your core heats up. Your brain is where it wants to be. chic. 10.30.11 There is a new and exciting direction to a compass. One that can take you in all the other directions. Go out into the mountains, experience elevation. Up awaits. chic. 10.30.11 Tony and I hiked to Quartz Mountain in Mount Spokane State Park. Bright sun ruled the day, but it was the cold wind that I remember. The old lookout tower was closed, so we ate lunch out on Quartz Knob. The route out and back was on the xc trails. From Quartz Knob there 5 lakes in two states off in the distance . Ragged Ridge stands to the southeast straddling the Washington/Idaho boarder. To the south is the Spokane Valley, while to the southwest lies Spokane. As we walked out and drove down the mountain, we noted the bright yellows of the Tamaracks. Mount Spokane Park has so much to offer those who visit it . chic. 11.1.11 Ragged Ridge, once designated as a Natural Forest Area, and protected from people, stands proud as it straddles the Washington/Idaho boarder. chic. 11.2.11 On the northwest side of Mount Spokane State Park is a forested area previously protected from mans intrusion by the WashingtonState Parks Commission. Protected because of its unique forest. So unique, Dr. Partridge asked us, in the Mount Spokane Citizen's Advisory Committee, to do whatever it takes to protect it. Now Mount Spokane 2000 wants to expand the poorly designed ski area to that very forest. As in most governmental agencies, all one has to do is perceiver in completing the required paper work. Once completed they are allowed to intrude into this unique forest. It is sad that good old common sense isn't used in their decision making process. Because of the past restrictions placed on improving the existing ski terrain, the promotors see fit to push for more and more untouched areas. It's sad because what ever they do on the back side to "improve" the ski hill, they could do on existing terrain without destroying such an unique forest. chic. 11.2.11 The American Selkirks hold many surprises, from picturesque lakes to ridges that take you as high as you can go. The summits look down into deep valleys thousands of feet below. Granite slabs cover mountain sides that glisten a shinny silver when wet. In some places these slabs look like flowing sheets of granite. Oasis's of green lush plants are scattered all along these slopes. Ancient monarchs dressed in a millennium of sun bleached wood stand out like chandeliers that can only be described as Mother Natures Picaso's. It makes no difference what season you visit the Selkirks, they all offer their own unique stunning beauty in time. Forty-six years ago, I first visited the American Selkirks. When I compare picture of old with my more recent images, they look the same but completely different. Of course, this can be said about the Cabinet Mountain Wilderness, as well. We live in such an amazing place. chic. 11.2.11 The winds of winter blow close. The light dims in time and intensity. Then suddenly white covers all. After all its ski season. Yahoo chic. 11.2.11 Have you ever considered the quantity of snowflakes in a massive snow fall. Unbelievable. chic. 11.2.11 This time of the year is my favorite. Fall colors are rapidly fading. Cold days and nights approach. Photography wanes for a short time. But fortunately ski season is just around the corner. chic. 11.3.11 Open your mind and your heart will follow. Open your heart and your mind will be before you. chic. 11.26.11 Out on the trail as miles go by. The hills and valleys touch the azure sky. The creeks run cold and clear all thru the year. Beautiful lakes dot the terrain and are fed by an occasional rain. Above the sparking lakes on magnificent ridge lines. Is where we can be found looking for a place to dine. chic. 11.25.11 Open your mind and yor heart will follow. Open your heart and your mind will be at ease. chic. 11.26.11 After a nice breakfast with an old friend, I headed to the Spokane Valley to hike Iller Creek ridge to the Rocks of Sharon. I headed up the way we usually walk out on. The east ridge burned years ago, so the valley is in good views. Once on the south ridge, I headed west to the Rocks of Sharon, where I had lunch out of the wind. After lunch I continued west to the Rocks ofbSharon Rock Climbing Area. Just past the loop trail is a view of Big Rock's coolest formation. The southern end of these rocks is a giant balance rock standing alone looking south towards the northern end of the Washington's Palouse. Along the trail out there are several excellent views of the Rocks of Sharon, with the late day's warm light reflecting off it's massive west face. From here the rest of the trail is in the woods and down along Iller Creek. From the trail, the views of the yellow leaves covering the creek bed is captivating. chic. 11.10.11. The stark contrast of Western Larch against the dark green forest, commands a second look, and several stunning images. chic 11.10.11 Can you imagine what it took to create, over thousands of years, the giant granite balance rock at the rock at the Big Rocks Climbing area. chic. 11.10.11 Wow!!! Along the trail out of the Rocks of Sharon, I caught a glimpse of one of the spires glowing warmly in the afternoon sun. Below the spires several species of trees lite up like bright yellow flames. Their contrast against the evergreen forest makes an inspiring image. For quit some time I watched and photographed this scene until the afternoon dictated my departure. Capturing images like these, makes the effort to get them, all worth while. chic. 11.10.11 Warm afternoon light reflecting off a rocky west face, also warms the heart. chic. 10.13.11 The glistening light off a smooth rock face. Bright yellows contrasting against deep greens. Gentle winds blowing over ridge top trees. The scenic trails of Iller Creek and the Rocks of Sharon capture my imagination. chic. 11.13.11 Up in the snow today, the clean whiteness rimmed tightly to all exposed surfaces. Some long pine needles had nearly a half an inch of rimmed ice. Little was left bare, whiteness ruled the landscape. The cold stiff breeze could not dislodge the wind caked frost. Cold and white, made this day special, on Canfield Butte. chic. 11.13.11 I noticed today, the lake surface in the high winds, resembled the huge granite slabs of the American Selkirks. The waves both large and small, remind me of the onion skin layers found thru out the Selkirks. chic. 11.15.11 Open your mind and your heart will follow. Open your heart and your mind will be blown. chic. 11.21 11 Today in the winds, I cranked turns on the Centennial Trail. A wind-surfer played aggressively amungst the whitecaps. We both enjoyed ourselves immensely no dought. However, I stayed dry. chic. 11.15.11 Open your mind and your heart will follow. Open your heart and some girl will stomp on it. chic. 11.27.11 I wandered about today, thru rich blonde fields of uncut grain. Around and over large granite boulders, layered like a stack of pancakes. Smoothed by the waters of the Glacier Lake Missoula floods. Antoine Peak, where I was, was under water as the lake the size of Lakes Erie and Superior combined, scoured the land. The valley floor scrapped to bedrock, and rueblanketed with an agragate both as tiny as grains of sand to as large as houses, lies below. What a magnificent place. chic. 11.27.11 It's between the beauty of Autumn and the wonders of winter, that suck the big one. chic. 11.27.11 Cranky Unreliable Rude Mindset Unreachable Dense Grounded E eliterate Nuts. chic. 11.27.11 On Friday night I expected thee most spectacular fireworks display. Brad, Dwayne, and Jerry, did it up big. Eight minutes of continuos bombardment of the skies. Most spectacular indeed. Thanks gentlemen. chic. 11.27.11 Creativity comes from a mind that sees it's environment differently than most. As a painter is intimate with her canvas, a musician is intimate with his instrument. As a builder is with his tools, and a photographer is with his camera. Creativity is a collection of random thots put in order to express ones connection to his surroundings. No matter what your canvas, creativity happens to all who look within and without. Therefore, creativity is in us all. chic. 11.29.11 Every once in a while, I will set up my projector and screen, and randomly pick slide trays to view. It takes me back to a time to immense effort and pleasure. It reminds me of my accomplishments both in the wild and in my mind. Photography is a way to relive your past, to remember the fine details that astonished you at the moment. Photography is a meld of observation, light, angle , composition, and your minds creative abilities. Photography is you. chic. 11.29.11 When you are young, the meaning of life eludes you. It's always a step away from knowing. As you grow , you unconsciously live the meaning of life everyday and often don't recognize it's lessons. As you grow old , you look back, and calmly realize just what the meaning of life was for you. chic. 11.29.11 From Alone in the Wilderness by Dick Proenneke When the time comes to meet the maker in the eye, what better place than in the wilderness. To finally be here, ski season, that is. And to be sick enough to not be able to ski, brings sadness. chic. 12.4.11 Wilderness is a land of no abuse. One that is left as is. Fore if wilderness is abused, it shall never be as it's been from the beginning of time. Only Nature's acts, should bring change. Man can visit. But only footprints should remain. This will ensure that in a hundred lifetimes, our ancestors will see beauty preserved for all. There is no greater gift to give or receive. chic. 12.4.11 Wilderness causes fear to some. Because they can not tame it. Abuse it. Exploit it. Or understand it. I feel sadness for those people. All their lives, they have been taught, hatred. Need. And greed. Please show tolerance towards these folks. Understand that with all our efforts, some will not be swayed. Be kind. Be firm. Help them to understand. chic. 12.4.11 Wilderness is a place of peace a place of solitude A place of spirituality. In a wilderness you can find yourself you can find meaning you can find direction. When you walk in a wilderness all around you is beauty all around you is serenity all around you is wildlife. Wilderness is un-inhabited un-touched un-believable. chic. 12.4.11 At 66, I must ask- Where in the f*** did the time go? Just last month, I was in high school. A couple of weeks ago, I was working selling cameras for a major retailer. Last week I worked for the Camera Corral, for twenty years. Yesterday I retired. Today I play. As I said before- Where in the f*** did the time go? chic. 12.4.11 66 and one day closer to death. chic. 12.4.11 Now, eleven years later, I'm getting closer. But putting up a fight. chic. 12.4.2022 There is a place where one can find themselves . Get lost within themselves. These places are all around us. They are filled with trees flowers cliffs meadows creeks rivers and peace. Go visit a forest, and find yourself. chic. 12.4.11 A measure of one's life is the quality of one's friends. Some people come and go. It is those who stay, that impact our life, that become life long friends. chic 12.18.11 The power of skiing, is not in the carving of turns. Nor is it in the exhilaration of controlled falling. It is not in the vistas, one sees along the way. But rather, the power of skiing, is in ones mind. chic. 12.18.11 Skiing evokes sensations of such great magnitude. It simply can not be expressed. Nor can it be felt. Or experienced thru words or images. For those who ski, Grin on. chic. 12.18.11 XXXXXXXXX Spring, summer, and fall, as nice as they are, are simply fillers between ski seasons. chic 3.19.13 As mountaineers our goal is to protect and enhance the forest, the streams, the creatures, and, the mountains way of life. We do this by our deeds and actions while out in nature. Likewise, when we aren't out in nature, we dream of our next adventure. We build friendships that last lifetimes. We lead others who are new to nature. By sharing our love of the mountains, we share ourselves and our knowledge. Our proudest moments are when we share our love of nature. chic. 3.19.13 The greatest gift we can give each other, is to share our knowledge and love of the mountains chic. 3.19.13 There is, in all our hearts, the ability to love, and to hate. Which we choose, defines our life. chic. 3.19.13 When nature calls, we wander about the mountains, looking for ourselves. chic. 3.19.13 When we take others into the mountains, we show them the wonders of nature. When we graduate them from our schools, we give them a life of wandering. chic. 3.19.13 Our ability to wander, comes from our knowledge, and experience of nature. That experience, and knowledge, allows the next generation, to see the importance of preserving what we hold dear. chic. 3.19.13 The saddest thing I see in society today, is their inability to connect with nature. chic. 3.20.13 To share nature with others, exposes them to, the greatest gift, they can ever receive. chic 3.20.13 Seldom during ski season, is Corkscrew a dream to ski. This day, however, Corkscrew is as soft and easy to ski as its been all year. The warm spring day has conditioned the snow to perfection. We even skied it twice, it was so good. chic 4.20.13 We played in Paymasters Trees several times. The snow was soft and pushable. But most of all it was untracked. Smooth as silk we cranked down thru the trees. WOW!!!! chic 4.20.13 Silver runs thru our veins. The dream of powder never ends. The thrill of the descent is worth every cent. Floating, carving weightless turns, makes our legs and minds burn. The quest for powder makes us ski even harder. chic 4.20.13 The colors of fall, are as brilliant as the mind can image. chic 10.16.12 crystal lake As mountaineers our goal is to protect and enhance the forest, the streams, the creatures, and the mountain's way of life. We do this by our deeds and actions, while out in nature. Likewise, when we aren't out in nature we dream of our next adventure. We build friendships that last a lifetime. We lead others who are new to nature. By sharing our love for the mountains, we share ourselves, and our knowledge. Our proudest moments are when we can share our love of nature. chic. 3.19.13 The greatest gift we can give each other, is to share our knowledge and love of the mountains. chic. 3.19.13 There is, in all our hearts, the ability to love and to hate. Which we choose, defines our life. chic 3.19.13 As I waited out a storm Under a weather shelter, on Mica Bay, the winds blew hard. The tops of the trees leaned northeast. The whoosh of wind, and the babbling of the brook, all added to the aura of the day. For it is spring that brings us the many shades of green, and the abundance of wild flowers. If it wasn't for the rains, Our lives would be so much different, if at all. chic. 5.21.13 As in snowflakes, the sheer volume of raindrops, puts me in awe. chic. 5.21.13 As in snowflakes, The sheer volume of raindrops, Puts me in awe. Just think of the billions and billions and billions of trillions of snowflakes, it takes to make a powder day. PHUKN AWESOME !!!! chic. 5.21.13 The rains are coming to an end now. The skies have calmed. Whitecaps have settled to ripples. The trees all stand proud. All cleansed by the rains, and fresh once again. Birds come out of hiding, to go about their lofty (flirting)chores. It's about time to set afloat. Wandering the lakes shoreline, wether on foot, or in a kayak, is a pleasure that few enjoy. The bay is calm, and the gaggle of geese, are eyeing my bright blue boat. It's time to wander on. chic. 5.21.13 Wandering was cut short. As i headed out into the bay, the rains picked up. I thot of Jane, as I opened my kayaking umbrella. After a bit of experimenting, I found a way to hold it. Paddling back under the umbrella wasn't all that horrible. chic. 5.21.13 The history of the Spokane Mountaineers Is large and honorable. We have evolved from a few Librarians, who saw a need to unite other women, in the need to explore their environs. First they wandered areas beyond the cities trolley lines. Soon after admitting men to the Spokane Walking Club, we became the Spokane Mountain Club, Which evolved into it's present entity. Then came 40 acres of prim land skirting Mt. Spokane (State Park). A club cabin soon followed. But it was the ski tow on their land that brought members from all walks of life. The cabin soon became a chalet. Since that time the club has grown to a world renown organization. As we look to the future, our growing pains sculpts new ideas. We are a proud club with great roots, and a great future ahead. Belay on! chic 6.6.13 A three inch powder day. As I rode the gondola at Silver Mountain, I was skeptical of the conditions. The sun popped in and out and some of the high terrain was cloudy. As I walked outside to leave my skis, I was taken by the soft dry snow. When I made my first run down Junction, the snow off to the side was only 3 inches, but pushed nicely. When I rode Chair 2 to the top of Kellogg Peak, I noticed the tracks of skiers that gave me hope. As usual, the second run was down Upper South of the Border, then to Secret Trees ( my designation). The tree run had a bit more than 3 inches, and pushed so good. But most importantly, the runs, all 8 before lunch were untouched by skiers. Upper Quicksilver, SOB, the Road to Heaven, SOB again, the trees between Why Not twice, and Paymaster's trees were freshies. I went over to Chair 4 and decided to climb Wardner. It took this old guy 21 minutes to reach the top. As I had a snack and clipped into my skis, I noticed a pain in my right knee. I knelt and packed snow around my knee for about 10 minutes, as I contemplated my descent. Skiing 16 to 1 seemed like a bad idea with my knee. So I decided to ski back down the cat track and try Marsha's Edge ( my designation) along the traverse. It also was untouched and provided a smooth route down. By the time I reached Gold I noticed that my knee had no pain. So I headed thru the trees next to Gold. When I reached Chair 4 midway, I did an assessment, and decided I was okay. It was about lunch time so I skied the 1st of Centennial (my designation) to Chair 3, and lunch. After lunch, I determined that my knee was okay so I found several runs either untouched or lightly tracked. I haven't had any issues since, so I think I'm okay. Paymaster's trees were so good I skied them twice before heading to South of the Border. The trees next to Steep and Deep were pretty good and the trees next to Quicksilver completed the run. All in all, this three inch powder day was quit spectacular. chic 1.24.2017 Most of this year, I have been very involved In the festivities of the Spokane Mountaineers. We turned 100. I was honored to have served, but am anxious to see it all end. Chic 10.26.2015 When my long time hiking and skiing buddy Chris and I got to the trailhead for Fault Lake in the American Selkirks at 6AM, it was still pitch dark. We decided to snooze until the sun came up. As I got out of the car I could hear Fault Creek roaring beside the road. We went over to the bank and found that at this location the creek was impassable. We spent an hour searching for a crossing up and down stream, but decided that it wasn't in the works. As we drove away from the trailhead, disappointed, we decided to head up to the Harrison Lake trailhead at the top of the Pack River drainage. As we approached the upper stretch of road we could see that the high country was blanketed in a dusting of white. The hike towards Harrison Lake was very picturesque and we ran into snow about a mile and a half from the trailhead. Once we reached the granite slabs, the snow was 3 inches deep. As we made our way to the lake, the snow accumulated under our boots to a depth of 3 to 4 inches. All morning the weather was cool but pleasant for walking. When we finally reached the lake the winds kicked up something fierce. After a few photos we headed to the huge rock that overhangs near one of the campsites. Chris set up his stove, and we prepared our lunch. I had made spaghetti soup a couple of days before, which we heated and ate. Along with the soup I had Brisket beef sandwiches on garlic toast. For a while the sun kept us warm and the soup gave us nourishment, but good things all come to an end. We packed our supplies and strolled down the snow covered trail. Along the way, the glimpses of Harrison Peak thru the trees made for nicely framed images. Further down the trail, the views of some of the Seven Sisters shined above, with the Beehive Dome covered half way down. Because this was possibly the first snow of the season, the texture of snow and rock made for dramatic scenes. Like Fault Creek, the streams and creeks coming off the Sisters were finally running again. It was so nice to hear the sounds of babbling brooks, tiny cascades, and distant waterfalls once again. Not to mention one of the best fall colors, white. Seeing the large slabs of granite blanketed in fluffy snow, gave me hope for this winter. Chic. 11.5.2015 ESCURE RANCH & TOWELL FALLS We hiked the Washington scablands yesterday. I was worried about snowy road delays. As we got close to the ranch. The snow was only an inch. That dusting of snow. Was all for show. The massive black basalt mesas. Had snow on top of their faces. The contrast with the tall beige grasses. Put a smile on our faces. As we approached the island. We were happy to see the falls again. Even the upper falls was flowing. Often this time of year, its dribbling. After lunch on this bluebird day. A nap was surely on its way. I have photographed the ranch and falls in all seasons. But with a dusting of white, for this reason. Winter time in the scablands of eastern Washington. Is a place you should not pass on. chic 12.18.2015 With the prospect of rain on the weekend, I decided to go night skiing at Mount Spokane. The sun shined bright with just a few thin clouds were passing by. Once on the snow I found soft conditions and friendly people. After several runs I decided to climb the short distance to the famed Vista House. No one was around so I enjoyed the view and setting sun from the south deck. Snow piled up about a foot over the rock wall. After a snack I donned my skies and pushed off over the porch. I can remember from my childhood, skiing off the roof and using the porch as a jump. In the summer, below the porch, are massive granite boulders some the size of small cars. But today, they were covered with many feet of snow. The soft conditions made turning a breeze, one that took me back to the 50's and 60's. The descent off the deck and the steep slope brought a smile to my face, and many fond memories. As I rode chair 3 to its end, I heard a delightful sound along the ride of several small creeks below, gurgling and splashing on their descent. Those sounds were like a song to me. One that not only sparks memories but offers hope for the coming spring. But today the clouds were turning bright orange and the sights and sounds calmed my soul as I rode the lift. Such a small occurrence has made my day. Before nightfall I decided to ski the face of chair 2. A daunting task in any conditions. But today, as perfect as the day was, it was a delight. Soft bumps, sometimes the size of VW bugs dotted the slope. But today they were not menacing. I had to stop and rest often but that allowed me time to take in the marvellous views all around. As the day turned to night, the lights came on, illuminating the snow. I found myself on Gates Park and Allison's Way. A narrow trail down steeply thru the trees, lite for night skiing. What a delight this run came to be. I skied it several times with no other skiers on the slope. As I rode chair 2, the views of the lighted runs off in the distance below on chair 3 made the lights look like diamonds twinkling amongst the trees. On chair 3 the lights high above around chair 2, made the area light up and seem more massive. After Mt. Spokane's food court delicious fish tacos, the mountain glowed with exciting possibilities. The best snow I found was directly under both chair 2 and chair 3. It seems people are leery about skiing while people are watching. But tonight the soft snow was exactly what I was looking for. I can't stress enough how beautiful the day was. How well the mountain's slopes were groomed. How much fun I had skiing a resort that I started skiing on over 65 years before. If you have never skied under the lights, you are missing out on one of life's great pleasures. chic. 3.5.2016 The cattail grasses were so green and lush as I paddles Cougar Bay. They swayed in the breeze and gentle and the gentle undulation of the waves. They towered over me as I sat in my kayak slowly drifting past their stands. Osprey whistled their distinctive one note alarm from their perches high on the pilings. Turtles jumped off their lily pads in a hurry to disappear, while bass scurried away, leaving a muddy trail behind them. a Bald Eagle swoops down off it’s nest and grabs a fish with such ease and grace. Talons gripping it’s prey tightly as it struggles to gain elevation. Soon it’s out of sight, happy with it’s bounty. I found a bank to pull out on for lunch. It will be a good place to photograph the fireworks on the 4th of July. Lunch was pleasant and quiet. I relaunched my kayak and paddled east along the shoreline towards the main body of the lake. As I rounded the point north of Casco Bay, the waters were calm with few boats. A day on the water is so pleasant without the noise of jet skis and power boats. Cougar Bay is such a treasure. Thanks go out to the Nature Conservancy for their insight and ability to save an important bay from development. chic 6.4.2016 Yesterday, what a day. A friend form Issaquah came to visit, and to go on a hike that we had done 30+ years ago. The hike was the Stevens Peak Traverse. Once at the trailhead south of Mullen, we headed up the Upper & Lower Stevens Lakes trail. The triple waterfall just below the lower lake was raging. Along most the trail in, the sounds of Willow Creek fill your head. Lower lake was just coming out of winters grip, while upper lake still had snow but struggled to be warm. After a snack, we walked the west shore line up to the upper lake. Glacier Lilies blanketed the slopes toward the summit. The creek between upper and lower lakes ran beautifully. We spent a short tome here, because the summit was our next objective. Instead of walking the lingering snow fields below the summit, we climbed straight up the 45 degree slope to the ridge between Stevens Lakes and Lone Lake. It was definitely a grunt but the views and the ridge are spectacular. Ahead of us was the rocky summit of Stevens Peak. We scrambled the north ridge and popped out on top tired but exhilarated. Thirty years ago we hiked and skied to the summit, and a tree we called the creepseat where we ate our lunches. After a nice lunch and a nap, we did a Sherpa Fun Run. You go for a run across the cornice bare foot. Pulling off the snow when your feet get real cold, then do it again and again. It revitalized our feet. We continued on west of the summit, and around Lone Lake's basin. After the rock cliffs, we headed down to the "Upper Sanctuary". Large snow fields still lay in the shadows. At the south end of Lone Lake is a small, noisy waterfall we admired as we headed north to the trail out. We figured that the hike was a 10 miles loop and gained about 2900'. It took us 10 hours mostly due to a nap and the abundance of photo ops everywhere, not to mention the difficulty. This hike is not for everyone, but for those comfortable with steep slopes and hard hiking will love this traverse. chic. 6.9.2016 The sounds of rain falling on new spring leaves. outside the window. As if the leaves are struck by millions of tiny drum beats. Conjures up a sense of peace. Their solo's fill the air. It is the rains spirit I hear. Thank You Mother Nature chic. 6.10.2016 A three in powder day. As I rode the gondola at Silver Mountain, I was sceptical of the conditions. The sun popped in and out and some of the high terrain was cloudy. As I walked outside to leave my skis, I was taken by the soft dry snow. When I made my first run down Junction, the snow off to the side was only 3 inches, but pushed so nice. As I rode Chair 2 to the top of Kellogg Peak, I noticed the tracks of skiers that gave me hope. As usual, the second run was down Upper South of the Border, then to Secret Trees ( my designation). The tree run had a bit more than 3 inches, and pushed so good. But most importantly, the runs, all 8 before lunch were untouched by skiers. Upper Quicksilver, SOB, the Road to Heaven, SOB again, the trees between Why Not twice, and Paymaster's trees were freshies. I went over to Chair 4 and decided to climb Wardner. It took this old guy 21 minutes to reach the top. As I had a snack and clipped into my skis, I noticed a pain in my right knee. I knelt and packed snow around my knee for about 10 minutes, as I contemplated my descent. Skiing 16 to 1 seemed like a bad idea with my knee. So I decided to ski back down the cat track and try Marsha's Edge ( my designation). It also was untouched and provided a smooth route down. By the time I reached Gold I noticed that my knee had no pain. So I headed thru the trees next to Gold. When I reached Chair 4 midway, I did an assessment, and decided I was okay. It was about lunch time so I skied the 1st of Centennial to Chair 3, and lunch. After lunch, I determined that my knee was okay so I found several runs either untouched or lightly tracked. I haven't had any issues since, so I think I'm okay. Paymaster's trees were so good I skied them twice before heading to South of the Border. The trees next to Steep and Deep were pretty good and the trees next to Quicksilver completed the run. All in all, this three inch powder day was quit spectacular. chic 1.24.2017 Cabinet Mountain Wilderness There is an adventure that I do every year. In the Cabinet Mountain Wilderness of Montana, Leigh Lake stands out as an exceptional day hike. When I do this hike, I always take my 2 man raft and kayak paddles, so I can paddle among ice bergs in spring and view the hundreds of waterfalls off the 3000 foot north wall. Often time Mountain Goats wonder about the lakes vertical cliffs. My favorite thing to do when I'm in my raft, is to paddle on only one side, so the raft spins gently. Its like watching a giant IMAX movie as I lay comfortably in the raft. Along the southwest part of the lake is a small beach to get out on. Above the beach is an area I call the Amphitheater. Polished rock starts a hike into the amphitheater at about 35 degrees, but lessens to about 25 degrees after a short while. Once in the amphitheater, many small streams and cascades, feed the wildflowers which abound everywhere. This hike is a short 1.5 miles but gains 900 vertical feet to the lake. An amazing waterfall below the lake on the trail in, offers a good place to shed the pack, and splash water on your face. I have led dozens of trips to Leigh Lake, and I am told by friends that words can not adequately describe the beauty and the experience they have at Leigh Lake. Chic P.F.S. |