Sunday, December 28, 2014

Avalanche Awareness for Women in Bend

For the second year in a row, SheJumps and the Central Oregon Avalanche Association (COAA) teamed up to bring a Know Before You Go avalanche awareness evening to the ladies of central Oregon.

Last year's inaugural event, held in downtown Bend at Crow's Feet Commons, exceeded everyone's expectations. The house was packed! Women with hugely different backgrounds came to hear Betsy Norsen, Mt. Bachelor ski patroller and BCA pro ambassador, talk about avalanches: how people get in trouble, how to avoid them, and the appropriate gear for backcountry travel.


2013 SheJumps / COAA Know Before You Go. Photo by Golden Trail Photography


This year, we moved to the larger venue at Cascade Lakes Brewing, and had plenty of room for the 35 ladies who braved freezing rain and slippery roads to learn about avalanches, or get an early-season refresher.


Betsy Norsen addressing the ladies of SheJumps. Photo by Golden Trail Photography


For a backcountry traveler, you can't hear this information enough! Betsy's presentation was relevant for ladies just thinking about traveling beyond the safety of the resort boundaries, to the seasoned backcountry skier who needs a reminder to not be complacent.

The most memorable part of Besy's talk was also the most personal: She moved to Chamonix in her early 20's with a pair of Alpine Trekkers and a copy of the pocket guide ABC's of Avalanche Safety.  Immediately wrapped up in the radical ski opportunities Chamonix affords, plus a crew of guys to tag along with, she ski toured extensively without any major concern for avalanche safety, and without participating in group decisions.

It's a classic mistake, and the resason that contemporary avalanche education is so focused on the human element of avalanche danger. In this example, Betsy fell prey to a key human factor -- "experts". Betsy followed the crew of guys (the experts) around because they had been skiing there for a few years and knew the best places to ski.

As an avalanche professional with much more education and experience in her toolkit these days, Betsy looks back on that time of her life with relief: relief that nothing bad happened.

I addition to this excellent story, we saw a video of an avalanche in central Oregon, which very quickly dispelled any notion that avalanches aren't a concern in our area.

Afer the hour-long slideshow, the ladies knew how to identify avalanche terrain, what causes avalanches, how to avoid them, and what gear to take into the backcountry.


From the left: Elena Pressprich of SheJumps, KBYG presenter Betsy Norsen, and yours truly (Lindsey Clark) of SheJumps. Photo by Golden Trail Photography

Thanks so much to Betsy for sharing your knowledge of avalanches with us, and for being such an excellent role model in our community!



Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Photo Highlights from the 2013/2014 Backcountry Ski Season

This was an interesting season full of change, and life was giving me plenty of excuses to not ski. But I persevered! Mountains are the best therapist, wouldn't you agree? I managed to visit some old favorites as well as check out new zones I'd been curious about for years.

October skiing on the cone, Mt. Bachelor:


More of the same through November:


Tumalo in January:


Theilsen in January:


Utah in January:


Back to Bend in February:


Observing avalanches on Santiam Pass in March:


 Working on my (lack of) snowmobiling skills in March:


 Out to Three Fingered Jack for the first time in March (highly recommended!):


And finally, wrapping up the season with an overnighter on Middle Sister for the summer solstice:


It turned out to be a season full of good mountains, good snow, and good friends! Grateful!


Sunday, March 30, 2014

Adventures in Avalanche Education (or, How I Survived My AIARE Level 2)

February 6 - 9, 2014

Like every good ski story, this one has a classic beginning: it hadn't snowed. In a REALLY long time (which could be a week, could be a month; every snowless winter week feels like an eternity). I had enrolled in an AIARE Level 2 avalanche course the month prior with the main motivation being the ability to make my own educated decisions in the backcountry.

For the five years since I'd completed my Level 1, I'd been following my then-husband around in the mountains, relying on his knowledge and experience to determine what was safe to ski. We had over 100 backcountry ski days together. During that time, I'd caused three skier-triggered avalanches. All three were within a one-week timeframe and all were caused by MY bad decisions (or bad skis? It's easy to start getting superstitious when you're kicking off avalanches left and right). I didn't get hurt, but I did get the ABSOLUTE CRAP SCARED OUT OF ME!


Probably my scariest


Fast forward to the end of 2013: recently separated, on my own, no regular ski partner to get complacent with. The mountains were the same, but everything else was different. Ski lines that used to feel normal and exciting became hugely intimidating. It was immediately apparent that I needed to gain confidence in my ability to choose ski terrain in the backcountry. Confidence comes from experience, yes, but also education! So I got in touch with our local guiding company Oregon Ski Guides and enrolled in their upcoming AIARE Level 2 course.

So what happens on the first day of our class? It starts absolutely NUKING. Like strategy-required-to-get-out-of-the-driveway nuking. A morning in the classroom on day 1 was great: we reviewed all of the material in the Level 1 course in about an hour. It was great to be reminded of the fundamentals of how terrain and mountain weather interact to create the changing mountain snowpack.


Just a little snowy at the homestead!


In the afternoon, we drove up to Mt. Bachelor to practice multiple burial rescues. It was easy to ignore the new snow and huge smiles of people in the parking lot after an epic powder day: we were learning critical avalanche rescue skills!

But the snow kept falling. On day two, we spent the afternoon digging full snow profiles while it snowed heavily: over an inch per hour! It was dark, wet and cold; morale was low. The unrelenting snowfall made it impossible to identify different snow grain types on our crystal cards -- we couldn't keep them clear of snow long enough to take a look!


Johnny Mac in the classroom

What's under there?


On day three, the snow stopped. The storm total was 51 inches. 14 inches had fallen since the previous afternoon. We went to Todd Lake for a ski tour which was a huge relief. I was excited about all of the new information I was learning, but I was growing increasingly antsy! I wanted to ski the new snow! There was so much of it! And it was good, low-moisture snow!

The tour helped me burn off some of that energy and focus on digging even more snowpits. As we were digging, the sun was out and the temperature was warming rapidly. What we didn't know at the time was that during that day, there were two skier-triggered avalanches in our area: one on Tumalo Mountain, and one on Tam McArthur Rim. Apparently there were other antsy people out there too, people who didn't take into consideration the possibility for storm slabs. Our day was uneventful; we skied out on low-angle terrain that started in the morning covered in gorgeous fluff, and over the course of the day became crusty slop. It's amazing how fast that can happen!

Finally, on our last day, we were going someplace exciting: Tam McArthur Rim! Home of super legit ski terrain, a place I LOVE to ski. Something for everyone: bowls, cliffs, steeps, glades. I was so excited, I brought out my powder skis, the ones with the "avalanche problem". We did a few quick snowpack observations on our climb up to the top of the rim.


The rim: good for skiing.


On our way up, we stopped in a location very close to the previous day's avalanche. I volunteered to ski out to a potential starting zone, on belay, to see if I could start another avalanche. I jumped and jumped and jumped and jumped! All around the convexity on the slope, near small trees, wherever it seemed like I could get the slope to move. Nothing! Or, as I've been taught to report: "No Release". Our snowpack settled THAT quickly. Amazing!


Next time I'm bringing a harness! Photos by Pete Keane


Getting myself together after my jumping around in the deep snow, I realized that I'd somehow caught the fabric from my ski pants in the buckle for my right boot, keeping it from locking into ski mode. I fiddled around with it quite a bit, but eventually gave up and caught up with the rest of the group.


Johnny Mac, on belay, kicking off a cornice.


Soon we were standing at the top of the rim, finally about to ski something fun for the first time since the new snow fell. I was BESIDE MYSELF WITH EXCITEMENT! Our instructor dropped in first, sliding over the edge, stopping, and probing the snow near the adjacent cornice. One by one, my fellow students followed suit. Finally, it was my turn. I had forgotten all about my broken boot. My buddy Pete, Director of Oregon Ski Guides, had come along on our tour and in a moment of clarity said to me, "Lindsey, take it easy".

I said, "OK!", and while fully intending to take it easy, instinct, excitement, and habit took over. I pushed off, caught a baby air off the lip, and made my first turn. YES! SKIING!

Spotting a small rock to my right, I decided to ski over and slash in front of it. When I tried to swing that hard turn, I realized (to my horror!) that my boot was about as stiff as a slipper! The turn flat-out did not happen. I was headed straight for the rock. So I committed, sailing off it and doing my best to stick the landing. Yard sale! One of my skis released. No brakes or leashes meant that I was probing around for my missing ski for a few minutes, mortified, with my instructor and classmates watching me from below, and Pete no doubt shaking his head up above.

I finally found my ski, put it back on, and skied down to the rest of the group. Our next pitch involved a traverse through a rocky section into another open bowl. On the traverse in, I hit a rock and tomahawked. Put on my ski, and promptly fell again. Finally, I was able to link enough turns to return to the rest of the group.

As the day came to a close, we scooted along a frozen lake to our snowmobile. Any shred of dignity I had left was long gone. Pete and I were bringing up the rear, when I somehow managed to FALL AGAIN! In the flats! I got on my knees, lifted my hands in the air, and begged the universe for mercy! Poor Pete for having to witness that.

The ride back to the sno-park was uneventful. Awesome, actually, to be hauled behind a snowmobile in the Moonwalker! I received my certificate of completion for the course, was happy to have learned a ton, and to have many stories to tell.




I survived! What a day!


And I sold those skis.