Molly's shown enjoying the dirt at her summer camp in 2005.

A Dirt-filled Introduction

The first thing that comes to mind when I think about summer camp is dirt. When I close my eyes and think about the ten summers of frolicking through Minnesota’s Northern Woods, I see it, speckled with silver rocks and streaked with auburn mud, an idyllic mix of roughness and smoothness that always formed a perfect cushion beneath my feet. It is always on my mind. That dirt, after all, watched me grow up.

Conquering the NW Couloir

Conquering the NW Couloir

On the infrequent days that you can see Mt. Shuksan from a ski area lift across the valley, the path we skied typically ended in a large pile of avalanche debris or falling pieces of the Hanging Glacier. But snow conditions were favorable and as we entered the couloir, the wind blew a sparkly confetti of snow. Despite the relative stability, we moved quickly, regrouping as the couloir doglegged, and preparing for an icy traverse where the focal concern shifted to cliffs. Large cliffs, on skier’s left.

by Pat Mulrooney

The Backcountry Lexicon

It’s funny how every place has its own lingo. Here are some fun new words I’ve learned this week at backcountry ski camp in Alta.