Our first night we drove in and set up a camp sight we'd call home for the next three nights at Ballard Campground in Mazama. The next day we woke up early and, per usual, Will became the 'man of the kitchen' and started cooking our oatmeal and making coffee. It's nice to have a slight role-reversal when we camp. We packed our backpacks, picked up my mountain bike, and rode the Buck Mountain trail.
Later that night we were having dinner and drinks at the Mazama store (notice I said 'the' Mazama store... only one in the town) and ran into two different people we knew from Seattle! So random! P.S. I love the Mazama store, it's like a mini Whole Foods and has lots of delicious food and local gifts and wares. I got a locally made merino wool skirt that was made from sweaters. One of the friends we ran into was Owen, who had just finished paragliding in the area. We mentioned that we wanted to try paragliding and Owen knew some instructors who agreed to take us out on a tandem flight later that weekend.
On our second day in the North Cascades we mountain biked up Cutthroat Pass. Another trail very adequately named. I ended up hiking my rented bike up most of the trail. It was extremely difficult to get that heavy thing up there but it was a breeze and a LOT of fun riding it down.
After our bike ride we took a tour at the Smokejumper Base. The base we visited just outside Winthrop was the birthplace of Smokejumping. Chris, a Smokejumper, was our guide and showed us all around the base, showed us the outfits they wear, showed us inside their plane etc. It was awesome and these men and women are hard-core!
Their suit weighs 80 lbs! And their packs weigh 120 lbs or more! Crazy fit people, they are like the Navy Seals of firefighting. |
Supply package with its own parachute. |
All Smokejumpers are also seamstresses. They sew all their own clothing and repair all parachutes. |
I'm flying the plane! Once the 'fire bell' rings, all Smokejumpers are in the plane, totally ready to go within five minutes! |
On our last day we went rock climbing at Fun Wall. I lead climbed the longest route I've ever climbed, 10 bolts and I felt pretty good about it :) We also met up with Owen's crew to paraglide but after getting harnessed up and seeing Owen almost get blown into the trees off the mountain top, our guides opted not to fly that day since the winds were too strong.
Look at the top, middle of this photo and the little black dot you see is me. |
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