A PNW Spring

22 06 2011

This spring has been a cold/rainy/snowy one for us all up here in the PNW. It never really warmed up until about a week ago, but that isnt to say that the rivers havent been running. Luckily the rain has kept flows up pretty well, and finally we are getting some snowmelt. The PNW never has disapointed me.. there is something about this climate and the rivers around here that allows for something really good to be in… pretty much all the time. If it isnt local, then its usually only a couple hours away and is probably incredibly high quality. This spring has re-affirmed my thinking that the PNW is easily one of the best places to live as a kayaker. Even during school there is usually class4-5 that is running and possible to rally after classes are
done for the day
.
A good crew before a fun couple games of bowling.

Early spring is all about runs like Robe Canyon. With so many good class 4/5 rapids in a bigger volume feel, this river is up there with the best.
The Robe Canyon race was a great time and Robe offered some awesome early season entertainment.

Jure Poberaj and myself took 6th, While Tao claimed the title.
Finally my classes ended for the summer, and i couldnt have been more stoked to get some kayaking in. So stoked we motivated to paddle a small rapid right in downtown bham on whatcom creek.

Luckily Bellingham has some incredibly good whitewater just outside of town. The Middle Fork of the Nooksack offers an amazing class 5 run with great boulder garden rapids, then continuing into a beautiful gorge and some great bedrock drops. It is probably one of my top 5 favorite rivers in the world.

Dropping into the first big rapid of the gorge “leap of faith”.

Looking back up the rapid.

I then spent a weekend with the local bham crew, Ryan Bradley clued me in to a waterfall (35ft or so) about 2 hours from bham that nobody had run.Leif Embertson, Ryan and myself headed up there and found it to be at perfect flows. Kindey creek is a small trib to Cascade creek(more of a river actually), and is located up the Skagit river drainage.


The falls! BROWTOWN!


Coming into the lip…. treats time. I went first, and good buddy Leif followed right behind with a sick De-la style boof-stomp.


Leif laying some mad treats… kindey creek style.

As spring continued, I made a short trip down to Hood River area to race on the little white and hopefully run a stout on my birthday(june 5th). Yup 22 years old now. I met Up with Evan Garcia, Todd Wells, Sam Friehofer, Erick Johns, Olin and kiwi Ryan Lucas for some good times. Evan and I raced together on the LW race… unfortunately the last couple weeks of school diminished my fitness level and as Evan pulled away from me in the front, i fell behind wheezing and coughing. Any day on the little white is a great day however.


LW race… coming hot into boulder sluice.


Evan in front going quite a bit faster than myself after claiming two titles at the gran prix! He’s killing it.


Sam Freihofer gettin steezy on boulder slucie!


Todd Wells showing that the LW is his home river and he isnt afraid to throw some downriver freestyle in there.


Evan doing what he does best…. true treat layin on spirit.

After a fun day on the LW, we proceeded to have a fun little gathering at the beaver lodge. We woke up only slightly hungover on my birthday, and got motivated to go fire off a stout. We drove up to the Lewis river, with one thing on our minds, the Upper Lewis Falls. This thing is a stout 25 footer into about 20… with a tricky scrapy lead-in. Evan and Todd ran it and styled it, followed by Erik, then myself and Ryan and Sam. We all had good lines and it couldnt have been a better birthday present to be stoked at the bottom of a super fun drop with all my friends. Pura vida.


Layin treats on the perfect juicy 15 footer above the stout. this was a super fun little waterfall.


Myself boofing the top drop big! I landed so hard my skirt exploded, and i ended up running the next 20ftr with no sprayskirt. Luckily i was able to hang on and didnt fill up too much.


Flying off the top drop…. weeee! if you look closely you can see Todd and Erik down in the pool below.


My view at the top of the second drop with no skirt attached! Luckily i was able to get a good boof.


The view of myself from the top.
Here is a short teaser from the day.

After a great birthday I headed back up to bellingham to find that one of the local creeks was in at a good flow. Clearwater creek is a tributary to the Middle Fork Nooksack and offers some really fun sandstone bedrock boofs.


Dropping into the slot rapid, a fun narrow little slide.


Just another sweet bedrock boof, Clearwater style.


Any rapid named “boofs per minute” is fine in my book.


One of the lower boofs on boofs per minute(BPM?)

Here is a short video of Clearwater, or as we call it… C-DUB.

Then I went to scout a drop that has been on my mind for sometime… Racehorse Creek falls after being first D’d by boomer a couple years ago, i figured it was time we went and checked it out. I scouted it, and found it to be at perfect flows. I sent evan a picture and they flipped a U-turn on their way to MT, and made their way up to Bham.

Ryan and Evan ended up being the ones with the balls to step up to this drop, and trust me… its really stout.


Evan on the top drop, a sweet sliding thing to a good 25 or so footer. Treats!


Evan went first on the big one, a crazy 15-20ft drop onto a slide that ends in a tiny pool. He had a good line turning sideways at the end and “hockey stopping”

Ryan went next and immediatley convinced me that I wasnt going to run it. He entered only about 6inches to a ft to the right of evan and lets just say it didnt end right.


Ryan rag-dolling down this slide. It will be a great carnage of the year shot indeed. Luckily he was fine and we went back to Bham to celebrate everyone being ok.


A photo by local Photographer Rhys Logan. here http://www.rhystomahawk.com/photography-blog/2011/6/10/this-title-sucks.html is a link to his website and check out the amazing shots he got that day!!!

The next day after a fun-filled night we headed to the best that ballingham has to offer…. The middle fork at a perfect flow.Rhys came and shot some awesome photos again… check out the full story here

http://www.rhystomahawk.com/photography-blog/2011/6/13/raging-yakers-round-2.html

Gnar-Car and Gypsy-Wagon headed to the put in of the MF.


The Crew gearing up for some Roosting brown MF.


Another sick shot by Rhys… dropping into the MF gorge. Me, Sam, and Evan.


Sam and Eg in the warm-up rapid for the MF gorge. Then it gets real in there. Rhys killing the photos.


And Just around the Corner “leap of faith”, the first rapid of the gorge.

Evan made a small day edit from the MF.

As a matter of fact, the MF is running right now and I must go get my boof on. Signing off here, until next time-Fred

Stay tuned.. there will be tons of amazing videos coming to Bomb Flow TV soon. We will be dropping our Chile footage Bomb Flow TV Episode 1- Chile soon as well as all the stuff here in Bomb Flow Episode 2- PNW style.

Now get out there and go kayaking! its summer after all!





Bomb Flow TV

21 04 2011

Starting this spring, Evan Garcia and I will be presenting Bomb Flow TV. A monthly online series with some of the best footage from the coolest places to kayak. here is the teaser.

Bomb Flow will start off with incredible canon 7D footage featuring the best of times from a season in Chile. Evan, Myself, and Anton Immler filmed tons this past Chile season and have tons of high quality footage to offer.





Blue Baker

18 04 2011

As has been my typical style this season, I decided my next ski destination a day before I boarded what would have been my plane home. I haven’t really been able to escape the sketchy traveling this year. I got the word from Paul Kimbrough that Baker was going off and he agreed to pick me up from the airport in Seattle. Stoked! Luckily, my plane connected through Seattle but the computerized airline would not let me change where my bag went to. I found this out when checking into my flight at 12:30am so I threw my most critical items into my carry on, ran my bag back out to my ride at the curb and organized for it to be Fedexed to Bellingham. (Nina Porcelli saved my life when my cell phone died, my friends cell phone died and my gear needed to ship – I get kinda sketchy sometimes). Still a gamble. If things were not already exciting enough I was running to my terminal when they gave, “Last call for flight #6455 to Seattle.” I slid into my seat and then committed to sleeping as aggressively as possible. Paul grabbed me at the airport at 7:30am after a fitful night of sleep on the airplane and later in the airport. We loaded up on food in Bellingham and headed towards the mountain. Ragged and extra stinky we hit the slopes first thing. I always seem to be skiing Baker in a sleep deprived state. Last year I had just come off a 5 day 1000mile vanathon. Somehow temps were cold regardless of the date and we enjoyed two awesome days of powder skiing before things got really wild.

The mountain was closed from Monday through Thursday so there was lots of powder to go around for those willing to hike for their turns. Our third day at Baker Jonah Howell arrived to capture the action and we started our day off at 5:30am in hopes of the must crushingest of days. There are very few days during the year when avalanche conditions, snow quality and weather all line up. But when its on is on! So grateful to get a day like this.

Paul’s first run down “The Beast” this is a run called 50/50. Butter baby!

This is a shot of me later in the day, everything at Baker seems to be a blind rollover, so although nearly everything is plastered with snow and goes through – it can still be super disorienting. (didn’t stick this one).

Paul sent it huge off of “Diving Board” with a massive 360! He was just a couple of feet from clearing the “Slingshot Gap.” He’s a madman for sure.

I ripped my Gopro off with my hand earlier in the day and duck tapped it back on. Right before dropping in I told Paul, “the first time I tumble this thing is coming right off.” Jonah seems to be giggling at this footage as my snow covered self laments…

We had a huge day! Working with just a three man crew made everything super simple and there were tons of lines, so we just kept skiing and skiing. With no time piece all day we were surprised when the car clock red 7pm and we realized we had been out for 12hours. A truly all time day indeed!  Before we bounced from the Pacific Northwest to escape the rain that finally came we had an awesome day shredding with Dan Abrams of Flylow Gear at Stevens Pass. Afterwards Dan showed and hooked us up with some of the awesome gear for 2011. Check the next Powderwhore flick for the footage.

Paul and I in the sample dungeon. Sick!





Mt Basin’s North Central Coulior

17 03 2011

Massive couliors, sunny skies and snow on the edge of desert; the ski lines near Bishop, California are unique. The eastern sierra is a place where 3000 foot couliors are dwarfed by their 6000 foot counterparts. A few days after the ski competition Stephane and I headed south for some big lines, and of course mad rhymes (no rapping was actually done on this trip, except the mad rhymes that are always cycling through my head of course). Nate Greenberg aka “the man who wrote the book” was our host and guide. A mid-early morning, breakfast burritos and a quick stop to grab Nate’s sled sent us on our way to Mt Basin’s North Central Coulior. A 20 minute sled ride and 1hr skin brought us to the bottom of this:

Where we proceeded to set a 2800 foot boot pack to the top. Traveling conditions were tough at times, with anything from thigh deep gropple, to punchy snow and crust standing in our way. The leap frog prevailed and we found ourselves on top of a sweet line. I’ll let the video tell the rest of the story.

There is tons of exploring to do in the Eastern Sierra, home of sunny skies and mammoth lines (punny). Check out the book!

Backcountry Skiing California’s Eastern Sierra by Nate Greenberg and Dan Mingori





Dipper Creek 2010

15 03 2011

Well I know this post is pretty late but i thought i would put up some pictures, a video and a little story from the few weekends I spent there this past October. Dipper Creek was 1st Descented by The Range Life guys back in 2008. They walked up and down the creek and scouted it all out to make sure it would be good. Thanks to them this creek has now become one of my favorite. Dipper is located past the Elaho drainage up the Squamish river in British Columbia. In 2009 I went to dipper and had the time of my life, and 2010 was just as good and a little more scary with higher water. Dipper Creek is the true creeking experience. It flows from a glacier high in the Tantalus Range and weaves its way into the most committing and beautiful gorges ive ever been in. The gorge walls on your sides are shear 400 foot cliffs. The creek starts off with a bang with a stout double drop “Double Dip” then continues quickly into “Big Dipper” a stout 70 ft tall slide that ends in a huge hit as you slide into pretty much green-water. Then it goes something like this… 20 ft slide… perfect 30 ftr, Long stout slide “Roudy Flatwater”… and it just keeps going. The majority of the time in the creek there is no way out unless your friends are on the rim and vertically extract you. It includes a very involved portage which although not a very long portage, takes about an hour to complete because of all the roping, rapeling and sketchy climbing involved. It then goes into another gorge where you still cannot escape. And in the midst of all this there has somehow been a way through the creek the past 3 years. Luckily. The next gorge is one of the coolest places in the world indeed… vertigo gorge. You drop into an incredible teacup with huge mossy gorge walls, but only after you drop a pretty stout 25ftr with a hard to boof sliding entrance that lands in a small pocket. Basically this creek is the true creeking experience because the rapids are scary, you are comitted, there are portages, and its incredibly beautiful. Its a great time!

Brian Burger, Niko Peha, and Ethan Smith chillin at the campsite at the take-out of dipper.

Still from a timelapse I shot… Cool glow from the campfire!

The massive tree at out campsite…. the loggers left this one standing.

You know its cold when…. Morning at dipper in october.

Brian pretty stoked to paddle!

Me, Jonas and Ben stoked to have finished the Upper and Middle Gorges with no real troubles.

Waking up at 7am in a rain-soaked tent after a classic BC night… Just hoping that the vertigo gorge is not too high after some rain.

Brian Burger dropping into the depths of Vertigo Gorge.

I wish I had more pics for ya… but most of my focus was on video.

Speaking of…

Here is the Vid.





Pucon Season.. Chile

11 03 2011

Well recently i’ve really been slacking on blog updates. I am back in the cold, rainy northwest corner of washington state waiting for some snow to melt so i can get out on the rivers. Reflecting on my time in chile, it was easily some of the best months of my life. I worked hard on the filming side of things this trip so most of my pictures in this blog will be from friends. Pucon is really the epicenter for great creeking in chile. It’s an amazingly cool little mountain town with an incredible amount of beautiful an fun rivers right close by. The rivers around Pucon offer a couple different styles of creeking…. big waterfalls on the palguin… granite slides on the nevado…. ridiculously fun boulder garden rapids on the rio puesco… technical low volume drops on the carhuello…. stacked basalt waterfalls and slides on the turbio… the list goes on. I spent quite a bit of time in pucon this year and we had some really good times, and sometimes we even had good lines.Volcan Villarica on Christmas day in HDR. Shot from Ian’s place in Pucon…. A beautiful sunset with a great backdrop.

Another HDR shot from the same location!

The Turbio is a small creek outside Pucon that only runs with heavy rainfall. It is a very unique creek that carves its way through a basalt canyon with lush vegetation. This place is the closest place to Jurassic Park that I have ever seen. It rained hard and we woke to a perfect level for the Upper Turbio Stout.

Looking at the “stout” at the top of the Rio Turbio..

Stoked to have run such a cool complicated rapid. Good times. Photo:LJ

Evan about to bomb off the 25ftr then directly into the slide! Photo:LJ

Stoutmaster Erik Johnson on the Turbio stout.Photo: EG

Like i said… hes a stout master.. Erik layin treats. Photo:LJ

This rapid is very unique with a 25ft waterfall then straight into a technical slide with a big hole at the end. It’s a good one.

Volcan Villarica at night… Long exposure. Photo:Fred

Middle Palguin is the Local “stout” Its the best, cleanest, softest, safest and one of the most fun 70 fters out there. It doesnt get much better than this  for tall waterfalls. This waterfall is easily one of my favorites because it always seems to be good. At high water, it sends you to the depths into a frothing choas… but usually lets you go with no scratches. At low water as long as you have a decent line, it is just so soft and smooth. Middle Palguin has a place in my heart for sure.

Fusilli, Thinhrum and Myself getting ready to fall off Medio.

Thinhrum seal launching into the Middle.

EG the killa running stout 10, soon to fall off middle directly afterwards. Photo: Eric Parker

Myself all in the Hyrup with a little boof-stomp action.

Myself on my first run of the season… get that bow down. Photo by Tom.

Just a little preview of what went down on the filming side of things. Getting those dolly shots dialed at the MP lip.

The Palguin Race added some fun to the summer!

The Upper Palguin race… Erik in the top hole about to steeze out a loop, myself upside down boofing the second drop, with Seth directly under me. Luckily no one got severely injured.

Evan and Jared enjoying some delicious Crystal beer on Christmas day.

A bunch of dirty gringo kayakers having a nice Asado for Christmas dinner.

The crew all dressed up in drag ready for a fun time on New Years.

The Puesco is one of my favorite rivers in the world. It flows from the argentina border towards the small town of Currarehue (about 20 min outside of pucon). It has continuous steep gradient all the way from the base of Volcan La Nin to the bottom of the valley in Currarehue. This gradient is not occupied by waterfalls, but rather a couple hundred really fun boulder garden rapids. This is truly an amazing place and I cannot explain how fun the puesco is!!!

Another beautiful sunny day on the Rio Puesco. I love this place it is incredible. One of my top 2 rivers in the world.

One of the 3 million great boofs on the Puesco in the middle of the Tres Truncos rapid. I love this river!

Skiing on Volcan Villarica in December… what an incredible view! I was able to ski the volcano twice when i was there.

Don’t fall in… The crater on the top of the volcano.

The view from the top… the town of pucon, lago villarica and lago caburga with more volcanoes in the background.

The Rio Nevado is probably one of the most fun rivers out there. It starts with an incredilby fun granite slide, then continues with fun waterfalls and unique granite boofs and slides. It runs through a beautiful canyon and is really the mini-cali of chile.

Cheers to another great day on the Nevado… at the takeout of course.

Brownin on the slide! Photo :EG

A little stern mounted GoPro Action here… The slide again.

“crack drop” Photo:EG

GoPro shot of “Wall Falls”

Coming over the Lip of “Demshitz Drop.. the tallest and most stout rapid on the nevado.

Stern Mounted GoPro…. Dropping Into Demshitz drop!!

Evan laying some incredibly g-d out treats on Nutrients… one of the best boofs around.

Griff and I Chillin in the beautiful lower nevado gorge!

Rodrigo’s First D on the Carhuello. This thing was a stout!

The Crew In Latitude 39, our favorite restaurant in Pucon with ice cold beer and delicious food. Me, Evan, Thin, Anton.

And on the last night before Thin and I left for the US, we drank Pisco and in true chilean fashion Evan cut my hair into a flourishing Chocapanda or in english Mullet!

The Pucon Season this year was super fun and we were able to paddle some of my favorite rivers in the world. Pura Vida!

My footage from chile will be online sometime but in which form we are not sure yet stay posted….

 

 





Evolution

16 02 2011

Learning to telemark ski is a life long endeavor. I find my skiing style to be a constant work in progress of body and mind. Adapting and evolving in relation to snow, new skis and terrain. Lucky enough to fall into a group of skilled telemark skiers there is always something to learn. This is an interesting look into how my skiing has changed over the past 3 seasons.

 





Mt Shasta near Disasta

8 02 2011

Temps were ridiculously cold in UT, the rain crust omnipresent regardless of the 15 inches of blower snow. Basically shut down in UT the Powderwhores threw out the idea of a little excursion to Mt Shasta. We left the next day in hope of good weather and corn.

Conditions were looking promising as we hiked in a short ways to spend the night in the mountains.

We set up camp on little knoll at the base of the mountain.

A beautiful spot indeed, the sunset was stunning and we were psyched to hiking Mt Shasta the next day!

I recently decided to GoPro – so I bought a GoPro helmet cam. I’m still messing around with it but this is a short edit that gives you a taste of what the trip was like.

After crawling in our sleeping bags for the night the wind started howling. After our amaze and subsequent laughter faded we realized that our tents were not going to make it through the night. All warm and cuddly packing up camp in a nuclear wind storm did not sound fun. With little choice we did it anyway and skied back to the car by headlamp.

Since we had driven all the way to Cali for this little venture we decided to at least attempt the peak the next day. We persevered playing “red light –  green light” (as Noah put it) with the wind until a final gust blew us all off our feet and we flipped a Uee.

The snow had just softened up in the lower reaches of the mountain so the ski back to the car was a good time. We basked in the absurdity of our trip before packing up and resuming our journey through the life of a homosexual – alcoholic ad man in the book on tape Dry. Mini-epic 1.5 miles from the road? New personal best perhaps…

 





Big Jump Day

6 02 2011

When Ryan Hawks invited out for a fun jump day with Lars and Silas – the Green Mountain Freeride Crew I wasn’t picturing this.

A double Jake sized jump

Some B.A snowboarders from the hill had been working on it all season. We put it in a full day adding some lip and buffing out the in run. The forecast for the next day called for cloudy skies but we drank it blue and aching heads awoke to bright skies. We were at the hill in a jiffy. The snowboarders hit their jump first then Lars and Ryan were up next.

 

Flyin Ryan
Lars at take off
Silas Chickering-Ayers

Everyone was having trouble landing this jump. I wouldn’t call it suprising seeing as we are all freeride skiers and it was by far the biggest jump we ever hit. It was the first jump I hit all season. Anyways, first hit Silas threw and stomped a sick cork-7! There were no pictures of me so I threw up a short clip of one of my 720 attempts. No true stomps but I was getting close!

The huck fest continued until there was nothing left in the landing but bomb holes and then it went on a bit longer. At the end of the day I knuckled the thing but walked away unscathed. Scary though. Anyways – as Brooke Edwards eloquently put it – its not a big jump day until someone gets bloody.

 

The result of a massive flat-spin 1080, sent nearly to the end of the landing.

 





The Dirty South

2 02 2011

When the oil light in your car comes on – it doesn’t mean you can add more oil at the next gas station, it doesn’t mean you can try to limp your car home. It means you need to stop your engine and add oil immediately. So when the oil light on our 1978 BMW came on we stopped the car. Too bad for us it happened to be the middle of the night and we were cruising through Montana far from any population center. We coasted down the pass as far as we could and took the nearest pull off. The number of times I have been stuck on the side of the road is well – enough to make a normal man (or women) abandon all faith in owning a vehicle (at least one I can afford). And being normal enough I have done that. Regardless, being the gypsy I am I sometimes rely on rides in beater cars. Needless to say being stuck on the side of the road in the middle of the night with no one in sight made me slightly displeased. Especially when the options were weighed. We went to knock on the door of the closest house but by some stroke of luck found a gallon of used diesel motor oil. A few drops helped us to the next gas station.

Fillin her up

With a few wrong turns and the usual mishaps we made the drive from Revelstoke to Jackson in a solid 24hrs – 8 hrs more than the recommended travel time. (so it took 50% longer for you math wizzes {that is right isn’t it?}) Luckily drive-master Ben was at the wheel and we had nothing to worry about. Although I did wake up a few times sliding sideways down the road in our rear wheel drive car –  I knew Ben had it under control….enough.

The venue for the Jackson Hole Freeskiing Qualifier Event was looking good and I went about my pre comp routine. I skied a solid line but fell in the outrun. Someday I’ll stick it!

This shot is from the inspection day – I skied the prominent feature in the photo. Read more about the competition at freeskiingworldtour.com. Anyways life goes on. It was an awesome weekend skiing in the sun after a month of skiing in Canada (think cold, dark and deep).

 








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