If you come to visit in Port Angeles, I’ll usually start by trying to convince you it’s a good idea to swim in the Strait of Juan De Fuca. Luckily, it was pretty easy to convince Augie Schield and Nik Lampard to jump into the 48 degree water.
We spent four years together skiing the Montucky cold smoke before I went on my solo surfing hiatus. Port Angeles is very different from Bozeman, around a third of the population with no large college near by. A small maritime town that had its boom, and bust from the hay days of logging and fishing. While the young outdoor enthusiast exists here, its not nearly as common as in Bozeman. Without all the young males full of piss and vineager like myself, it felt amazing to have Augie, and Nik around!
After the cold water dip we suited up and headed from sea level, to ski level in 17 miles.
We put the ole’ boots on as fast as we could to lay waste to the fresh snow of the Olympic Mountains. Hiking up my brain aflame with wonder at the mere existence of this place. Augie and Niks facial expressions were full of the same thoughts as my own. My wrist still wasn't fully healed, so I was taking it easy for the day. I was pointing my friends in the right direction, and snapping photos. Here's Nik and Augie hitting some drops on their first run.
Once you hit the bottom, you pop your thumb up and hitch a ride back to the top to do it all over again.
After a couple road laps you hike up to the top and descended into the back side. Here, you will find an old poma lift that actually pulls you right to the top.
On the slide up to the top, Nik noticed a perfect spot to build a booter. The snow was light, and the air was crisp, now March, everything was filled in and it was on. Plenty of air time was found.
3.10.18, one of the better ski days of my life, and I didn’t even ski that much. I just watched my friends have the time of their life on a patch of snow tucked off in the middle of nowhere.