It wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but I’ll never get tired of watching waves crash over Beach Drive.
Parker and I recently took a seaplane fly fishing trip. It is exactly what it sounds like. The fishing ended being a little slow, but was that really the point?
Flying to Orcas Island with Kathryn in August 2014.
Parker explains how we yanked Ryan’s boat up and over a steep bank and a bunch of downed trees on an Olympic Peninsula river this weekend.
Video shot entirely on the Olympus OM-D E-M1 using the Olympus 12-40 f/2.8 and the Panasonic 7-14 f/4.
Last March I had the opportunity to travel Fairy Meadow and the Bill Putnam Hut in British Columbia, Canada for some backcountry skiing. The hut is located deep in the Adamant Range on the other side of Rogers Pass, and is only accessible via helicopter. And since heli rides are expensive, we only paid for two: one to drop off us, and one to pick us up 7 days later. On these flights we took everything we would need for a week of skiing, principally ski gear, food and booze. Doug, Megan, Gus and I shared the hut with 16 Canadians who we didn’t know prior to this adventure, but after a good amount of time bonding on the slopes and in the sauna, we became fast friends. Our week was essentially perfect: great snow, blue skies, delicious food and wonderful company. We took down some monster objectives, and played around in the trees searching for pillow lines to surf. The absence of electricity, let alone any sort of connectivity, helped us all focus on one of the most important aspects of life: shredding the gnar.
I am working on down selecting and editing about 1,300 photos from my epic trip to the Bill Putnam Hut at Fairy Meadow in British Columbia. Until I unleash all the glory that was a week long backcountry ski odyssey, I’ve put together a quick video with some highlights. Make sure you cruise over to the Vimeo site to watch in full HD.
P.S. The video is also on YouTube.
The Greatest Snow on Earth. That is what license plates all over the state of Utah claim, and after several days in the Wasatch, I am inclined to agree. On New Year’s Eve of 2012, Anne and I joined a cadre of backcountry skiers and ventured into the White Pine Lake zone out of Little Cottonwood Canyon. We enjoyed crisp pow and blue skies—I think I’ll be back soon.