Day 32

I woke up without even knowing what day of the week it was. I just knew I had to go snowboarding. It was seriously perfect out. Bluebird skies with a high in the mid 60's. Fun in the sun on our shredsticks!

View of the bottom of Timberline from top of the Magic Mile lift

The jump line was sick as always and it was a long day sessioning it. By 11 all the takeoffs for the jumps were soft so we calmed down our spinning and did scene grabs and inverts ("I love a good once around" -Arthur Mcnulty, June 2009). Soft summer snow makes for the best landings to chuck yourself at with little consequence. I got a nice method pic (seen on the intro) which was a great feeling because I'm not known to have a good method (the best trick in snowboarding) but I think it was all Alex's Canon Rebel's doing. After getting loose on the mountain we came back to camp and visited with our neighbor friends again. We drove about a half hour to Timothy Lake to go swimming and fishing. The lake was in a gorgeous alpine setting and the water was crystal clear (and close to freezing).

Timothy Lake, Oregon

We still managed to submerge ourselves into relative cleanliness. We fished for a while but with no sucess. The lake was really shallow near the shores and there were no fish in sight although Timothy has a great reputation as a trout fishery.

Fishing for a bite

Alex and I returned to camp a little cleaner and a little colder and a lot hungrier. Spaghetti and meat sauce was today's feature and we soon retired to bed with full bellies.

Day 29

boarding above the clouds

The rain subsided as we reawakened. This dude named Isaac at the neighbor camp was eager to greet us. He was still drinking form the night before and was in a real good spot. He threw shoes at us, got in a fight with his rommate, tried to chop wood barefoot, and helped us start a fire. He did it again. Isaac was our dude and nothing could change that (we thought he was just an obnoxious drunk but later discovered it was just his personality) This kid could talk about nothing forever. Anyways, it cleared up just enough for us to get another awesome day of riding in on the last days Art and Zach would be here. The park was reshaped and was nice and soft to throw ourselves at. We rode through the private Windell's park a couple times to check out all the awesome features the rich kids at camp get to ride. It was awesome but we belonged in the public park (a matter of entitlement). We met up with some friends from PA, Daley and Will who live out here and are both super sick riders. We filmed a bit and hope to make an short edit from our riding out here sometime. We hiked a super low consequence down rail for a while trying weird spins on before returning to camp to pack and head for Portland. We stopped in Govy for Cobra Dogs and Volcano Cones (snack shacks that support the diggers at Mt. Hood), they were both some of the best snacks I had all trip. Dan was waiting for us in Portland. We went out on the town and had a bunch of fun.

At Cha Cha Cha's for a quick burrito snack

Alex almost made a mistake. We went to this bar named XV that had a bunch of vampires. We got in on the scene. Then we headed to some tavern across town. The scene lacked but we still had a bunch of fun as always when all our dudes our together.

An overexposed shot of XV, you get the Transylvania feel

Day 28

Rain and snowboarding- Yuck

Apparently the weather is always as perfect as yesterday. Rain moved in during our slumber and did not leave all day. Mt. Hood and our campground was getting flooded. We put on all our already damp snowboarding gear and drove up to the mountain to still try and ride despite the weather. Everyone told us it was not worth it, but we are always determined to shred whenever we have the chance. The park was closed because the rain melted all the features but we decided to hike up to it anyways. The hike was long and arduous in the pouring rain/gale force winds. We found a fun rhythm section with some little jumps to try and go upside down on. Art found a bump into an agro-crag landing. After our hike up to the park we were spent. There was a single barrel down rail still set up. We hiked it a few times then decided to call it quits and board back to the car in defeat. It was fun to get some turns in but we were all so soaked by the end of the trek that we looking to find some warm, dry shelter.

Soaked but Stoked

Zach, dripping wet

We headed back to camp to change then went to the town of Government Camp for firewood. We made a good fire but the rain was too much. Some kids from Oregon State were camping next to us so we went to there fire and stood under a tarp. The rain prevailed.

Wetness