"Surfing" at Linda Mar, March 17

Bad soupy waves!

Utah, March 7-10

I met a bunch of friends from the east coast in Utah for some skiing. First day, we went to Snowbird where the conditions weren't so good. It was icy, but we had fun and found some fresh snow here and there, but there wasn't much. Natalie's brother got in a hairy situation when he took his snowboard off high up on a ridge, and then fell, losing his board in the process, which careened down the slope at an impressive speed. I had to help out and hand him a ski pole to get back onto the ridge. We went to Canyons the second day, which was mediocre terrain-wise, and was very crowded. The third day we scored a bunch of powder at Solitude. I got in line very early and had the first run down one of their steep bowls. I really went all out that day, and it was great because there was a ton of terrain open that was closed when we were there. I flew solo for a while, and ended up in the scary "Terror Chutes" area, which a local told me was a bad place to go solo for the first time. He guided me out, and I avoided the hard cliffs/chutes, but had to do a mandatory drop of 5 or so feet. Not too bad considering. We played around after lunch dropping small things, which was a total blast.

Dancey Ski Party Time at Squaw, March 2-3

The conditions were soft, sunny and warm the first day, and we partied hard that night for SnowFest

4-5 inches fell overnight, and despite getting to the mountain in the afternoon, we were able to find some fresh tracks.

Fun Weekend in the Bay Area, Feb 9-10

On Saturday, five of us went up to Mt St. Helena.  I hadn't climbed there for a bunch of years, and we went to Table Scraps, which was developed since I had last visited.  The climbs were short and a bit chossy, but there were plenty of bolts and good moves to be had.  The 10d with a bouldery start had 7 feet of chalky flaky rock before the first bolt, which Dylan attempted to lead, but found a way to avoid doing the crux with any danger.  Dylan and I did a lot of teaching, and Cori got her first lead!!

After getting a very late start, Cori and I went to Bolinas and were in the water by 2:30pm.  The waves were nice, long period peaks around waist high in size.  We both caught many waves, and are excited to go back soon!

Tahoe, Jan 19-21

Saturday was a fun day at Squaw, even though there was a lack of new snow.

On Sunday, Dylan and I skinned up 1600 vertical feet to the shoulder of Mt Rose Junior.  We dropped the cornice (Dylan doing so with quite a bit of air), and we were back at the cabin by noon.

We hung out for the rest of Sunday.  This was the view from the cabin!

Cori and I skied on Monday, and got some dinner with friends in South Lake afterward.  

Sykes Hot Springs, Jan 12-13

The hike to Sykes follows the Pine Ridge Trail, which is a roller coaster of elevation gain, loss, wooded forests, and exposed views of mountains and ocean.  I separated from the main group early, and hiked much of the initial 10 miles alone.  We had divided up the supplies, but when I wanted a snack, I realized I only had green peppers, onions, and an orange.  Damn that orange tasted good, but when I caught up with Sara and Ryan, I could not have been happier to eat some Kettle Chips.

I was surprised by the rocky peaks in Big Sur.  In this case, the distant mountain looked strikingly like a miniature version of something you would find in the Sierras.

We arrived at the campground in the waning daylight with enough time to setup camp, but cooking happened in the dark.  Four people slept in a massive six person castle, another under their ultralight backpacking tarp, and Cori and I setup my two person tent along the river.  After some relaxation and food, a bunch of us headed to the hot springs where we were greeted by two extremely drunk guys in their early twenties.  One of them, Nemo was lamenting that someone had strewn his clothes around and he didn't have a headlamp.  Someone in our group lent theirs for him to get back to his camp, which we later realized meant it was probably not coming back.  Regardless, we got in the 100 degree water, and relished in the quiet solitude perched high above the river on a steep hill watching stars through the leaves of giant redwood trees.  It was idyllic, and we didn't know how long we spent there, and the only distraction was when Seabass (who we thought was Nemo, but was actually a very drunk friend of his) came to give the headlamp back.  After relinquishing it, it was clear he had no idea how to drunkenly stumble back to his camp in the dark, but luckily a passerby helped him out.  We stayed in a bit longer, then went back to camp where everyone was asleep.

The Big Sur River is nestled among the trees and has a beautiful emerald green tint to the water.

As beautiful as the water was, it was painfully cold to cross.  Jen was on her first backpacking trip, and got the chance to sample a frigid stream crossing when we found the steep log crossing we had done on the approach too dangerous in the opposite direction.

The trail often curves around a bend, revealing beautiful landscapes, often including the distant Pacific Ocean.  These views became even more striking as the sun got lower in the sky on our hike back.  We ate dinner at Nepenthe, which offered decent but expensive food, along with an insultingly post-hike climb up stairs to the restaurant.  In all I was expecting an easy 1000 foot elevation gain jaunt through the woods, but it was closer to a knee-burning 5000.  I'd love to get back there and try some of the other hot springs, and leave more time to hang out and relax.

The Road Trip Rule Out in the Wild!

My picture from my packrafting trip to Thousand Island Lake make it on the cover of the 2013 Alpacka Raft Calendar!! 

Unfortunately, my name was spelled incorrectly as Devon Penne instead of Devon Penney.  While I'd like to think my name has a likeness to a particular variety of pasta, it is closer to a a non edible, low value piece of American currency.