Sunrise - Wy'East, Oregon
Worried about poor conditions on Wy'East (Mt. Hood), we left earlier than most and tried to move quickly. After climbing through a ski area and a crater in the dark, we reached the summit to watch the sun rise over Northern Oregon and Southern Washington. Shown here is Zeos greeting the summer solstice from the summit.
Storm - Middle Sister, Oregon
I'd always heard that the Cascade Volcanoes can generate their own, quickly changing weather, but I had never really experienced it until ten minutes before this photo was taken. Upon summiting Middle Sister, our team of four found ourselves with hair standing on and ice axes buzzing. Knowing these to be signs of static buildup and impending lightning strikes, we ran down the summit ridge through driving hail. I didn't have time to clean my lens, but when we reached the bottom of the summit ridge and the top of the Hayden Glacier, I snapped this photo of logan catching his breath before continueing the descent.
Entering the Void, Hayden Glacier, Oregon
Chris Dymek explores the inside of the Hayden Glacier on the flanks of Middle Sister. I had been envisioning this shot for a few weeks and on Middle Sister we finally found a good crevasse that we could rappel into and explore safely. Chris, Logan, and Zeos took turns exploring different sections while I swung left and right looking for interesting angles. The blue ice walls were steadily melting and I was lucky to be wearing a raincoat.
En Route to Koma Kulshan
Zeos Greene trekking up the 'Railroad Grade' in order to reach camp below the Easton Glacier. Our 11th climb of the trip, hiking up this ridge felt routine.
Easton Glacier - Koma Kulshan, Washington
Logan Heine and Zeos Greene size up one of the many crevasses that our team of four skirted during our ascent of the Easton Glacier.
Emmons Glacier Crevasse - Mt. Rainier, WA
Kyle McCrohan, who joined us for two climbs over the course of month, dropping into a neatly-cut crevasse on the Emmons Glacier. Kyle had never seen the inside of a crevasse before and was excited to see what the rest of had been talking about. Chris belayed his rappel and I photographed him silhouetted by the afternoon sun as his crampons tore into the soft, snowy walls of this hundred-foot-deep crevasse.