Chinook Pass, late June, with the White brothers. This was my last day of the season. The Whites went to Mount Adams next before calling it quits. Chinook had beautiful, sunny weather and great views of Rainier. We parked at the lot just east of the top because there were bathrooms there and the morning's espresso had acted as a pinball machine in our bodies, making those bathrooms the top priority in parking. Then we got geared up and hiked up and over the immediate slope. We were exuberant at our discovery of great terrain and a deep snowpack of corn snow. Looking at the jumble of crevasses on the Emmons glacier I gave up the idea of ever sking it--at least for a few years.
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The peak we skied on our second run. Great corn snow, access as easy as it gets, deep snow pack, temperature in the 60s, the works.
Mike taking a breather after a very steep bootpack up a chute. Mount Adams is in the distance beyond the Goat Rocks.
One of the most spectacular mountaintops of the season.
The last steep line of the season.
Enjoying it.
The line.
Chinook is a hell of an ideal place for late season turns.
