The overnight parking for Lowes Path is across the street at Lowe's Store. Hilary sporting traditional AT gear which weighed a bit much for backpacking.
Our view from Crag Camp. Lots of skiable lines in sight. We skied the main chute which isn't in sight.
Lounging at Crag Camp
Squall's bad manners know no boundaries.
At the top of King Ravine
Madison in the background.
View down King Ravine.
We traversed across to the top of Great Gully towards the western rim of King Ravine to find this nice skiable section that was just starting to get shadowed late in the afternoon.
Looking back up the Great Gully
In this photo we're stopped just above an exposed section / waterfall that would probably have been skiable earlier in the spring.
A lovely bootback back up and out
Quick break on the alpine tundra.
Taking a sip from Mother Nature's teat
And Squall couldn't resist either.
Squall is one of the best/worst ski dogs out there. Never gives you space but loves to get into some fun terrain.
Views from Crag Camp never disappoint.
Booting up to Thunderstorm Junction.
Mt. Adams Straight Ahead.
View from Summit of Adams.
Here is where we spotted the Jefferson Snowfields as well as the Stealth Gully. I had zero intel or knowledge of this zone so it was fun to feel like we were the first ones to ski it (but of course nearly everything has been skied & named by someone).
And like that, we're on Jefferson!
Jefferson Snowfields AKA "The Beach"
This sizeable snowfield holds snow almost into the summer. It was HOT but we were so happy to rip along this relatively flat snowmass.
Squall & I skiing the Jefferson Snowfields.
Descending the rest of the snowfields.
Booting back out of Jefferson Ravine
Nice and steep exit but we were heading over to the Great Gulf.
Sending a little cornice on the hike out.
The slog over from Jefferson Ravine was a bit of a pain. It would have been much nicer to skin over. We were low on water at this point but found a nice spot to fill up right on the trail as we were dropping to the saddle below Clay.
Hilary Dropping into Airplane Gully.
Airplane gully. Dropping Squall in so he could follow Hilary and I would go check out the steeper entrance.
About to Drop the back left.
I handed my camera off to Hilary with hopes of getting a nice shot of me swooping along the south entrance (I'm sure it has some name) of Airplane Gully.
Moments before I snap my ski and trigger a wet slide.
I should have never taken that line around lookers left of the exposed rock. There was already a hole there but I had already forgotten about it by the time I dropped in. It was rotten snow and my ski got caught and snapped almost immediately.
Licking my wounds.
I slid down nearly 100 yards and released a backpack-sized boulder. Luckily I only broke a ski and was otherwise fine. We were really tired at the point in the day and in hindsight, I can't imagine bootpacking 2k vert back out. Valuable lessons were learned that day!