
Driving through Hood River, looking up at the north side of Hood, I know I made the right choice. I get there early, and Dan arrives a few hours later, his truck speed averaging around 25mph over the rolls on 97. No biggie. We're not in any hurry. With the gate still closed, we're left with a 2.5 mile hike to the clearing and snow. At 4:30am, a euro dude and his group warn of knee deep postholing up snowdome. Oh. Well, we decide to go have a look-see despite, but we have our doubts with the warm temps and early sun on the aspect we want to climb and ski. Me being the lame-ass of the group, I suggest the unthinkable: Drive around to the south side, jump on the Palmer lift, jump in line up to the top, and drop in blind. Dan shoots that idea down thankfully, and we agree to see for ourselves the conditions of the route. If anything, we'll get some good photos...

To our immense relief, the going it solid, and postholing is at a minimum. Dan, who's scoured this mountain for years, tells me of a poetic plaque at tie-in rock. We never do find it, but then again, we never tied in. And there's no one around save for a lone skier on snowdome. I'm loving this side of Mt. Hood with every step. The face we want to climb and ski looks incredible, and it turns out to be just that. There is a hard crust under the 1 to 2 inches of slush, but it turns out to be totally edge friendly. We're on the summit with two other skiers from the S. side.
This is Dan's pet project, so he gets first turns down the upper cooper spur. The exposure begins as soon as you push off the summit rim. It's exhilarating making such easy turns over immense exposure. Sliding out onto the main face, it's more of the same, the rest of the way down to the relative flats of the Eliot Glacier. Dan gives me a subdued hi-five, but I can tell he's buzzing from this one. We open it up down this section to the rocks and pumice and dust, finish off my smoked salmon while staring up at the wall, not in any hurry to get going...







