On May 8th, we celebrated Annabelle’s Birthday by getting her jacked up on her first carrot-cake cupcake. Turns out babies like cake. My parents were visiting from Wisconsin and agreed to watch her for the night so Brandon and I could have our first baby free adventure together since she was born. Since we both have only skied a handful of times… we thought Mount Baker would be an appropriate objective.
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| "I'm ready to get jacked on cupcakes guys!" |
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| Baby Free is the way to ski!!! |
We headed out to Baker Lake road super stoked –and with a van stocked with some beers, a tub of ice cream and a bunch of other technical crap we thought we might need. We were surprised to run into snow right away and parked at 2,800 feet. We knew it was going to be a long haul.
When the alarm went off at 2 am we second guessed our decision not to go to a spa, or out to eat, or stay at a fancy hotel, or really do anything else. None the less, we got up and were moving by 2:45 am and started slogging on the logging road. We saw no one all day long on the Squak route. It reminded us of being in the Mountains “back in the day”. Where was the Congo line of climbers looking to settle something on the summit of Mount Baker? Did we somehow missed an apocalyptic event? Did Seattle disappear?
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| A Happy Summit Dance |
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| This is freedom of the hills |
Around Noon we finished booting up the Roman Wall and inhaled a snicker bar in record time. Brandon turned to me and said, “What is it about being up here…” and then paused as if finalizing something philosophical, romanic, or profound. But instead he said, “what is it about being up here that makes me feel like shit every time”. If you know Brandon, I guess that is romantic. Shortly after, we reached the summit along with a handful of other skiers who had come up the Colman Deming route. We skied perfect conditions from the summit back to the logging road and to the van. We harvested some amazing spring turns and had an epic baby free day!
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