The night sky blankets Mount Rainier with serene silence seemingly untouchable by anything but the crunch of your boots and the heavy breathing of the friends in front and behind you. 14,409 feet it rises; the mighty volcano lording over Puget Sound and Seattle holds a power in the hearts of those who have stood at its peak, and I feel lucky enough to count myself among those.
Our team included Kalen Caughey, Brandon Watts, my father Conrad Anker and my brother Sam Lowe and his friend Kevin. Our expedition started just as many do with a long journey, four from Montana, one from Bellingham and another from Hood River. After a night in a sleeping bag next to the road with midnight visits from a curious Cascade Fox, we awoke to breakfast and an uphill climb with 80-pound packs on our backs.
Ramen noodles very seldom taste better than after a 7 hour day hiking, seasoned with the knowledge that your efforts are far from over. After one of the most epic sunset vistas in the western United States, darkness came with several hours of rest. 1 AM is far too early to be doing anything, much less climbing one of the highest peaks in the continental United States --but that is precisely what we did. With crampon and ice axe we climbed 9 hours to the top, one step after another.
The immensity of the environment on a glacial mountain is dwarfing. Calving ice boulders the size of school busses tumble down the mountain just within sight as the sun peaks over the horizon. After our summit and a thorough photo session to prolong our break before the descent, we started the long and arduous trek back down to our skis.
Skiing down from high camp after trudging through thigh deep slush for the last part of our descent was like being gifted the power of flight, despite still toting extremely heavy packs. After making our way through swaths of curious tourists at Paradise we obtained 6 cold bottles of Rainier beer and reflected on the past 48 hours of pain, camaraderie and personal achievement. It had been quite the foray into the awesome.
Max Lowe received a National Geographic Young Explorers Grant to document social change in Nepal’s Khumbu region alongside the 2012 Everest Expedition. The expedition is being covered live on the National Geographic magazine May edition iPad app.
A wise man once said, “not all Churches have roofs”. In this episode watch as the Bomb Flow crew finds their own meaning of “Church” amidst huge waterfalls and flooded rivers in the mighty PNW. The crew is blessed with a successful huckfest on some of Washington and Oregon’s biggest and baddest waterfalls. Outlet, Toketee, Abiqua, Upper North, and Metlako.
Joe, Axel, and Andrew woke at 4AM on Easter Sunday for a dawn patrol mission to the Northern Bridgers. Although the South facing lines were sun affected, 20 inches that fell two days prior made for cold and powdery snow on Northern aspects. After checking off a few classics, we loaded the snowmobiles and headed for Bridger Bowl to celebrate the last day of the season. Partying and neon one-pieces were in full effect, and skiing was at a minimal...like a closing day should be.
Yes folks, Episode 7 "Minor Fails and Epic Wins" is here for your viewing pleasure. Check out the Bomb Flow boys gettin after it in Chile.
More video edits from The Bomb Snow TV crew up in Revelstoke Mountain Resort and Fernie, British Columbia. ENJOY!!!
This winter's drought in Bozeman was beginning to drive us crazy. Word of an epic dump lined up to hit Lost Trail caused us to quickly pack our ski bags and hit the road. Our anger and depression towards this years weak snowfall quickly vanished once we pulled into the parking lot, loaded with feet of fresh. Starved for some face shots, 56 inches of pow in 72 hours was exactly what the Bomb Snow crew needed to lift their spirits. Lost Trail POWDER Mountain + 4.5 feet of new snow= some serious sending!
VOKE Rider Lars Sternberg and guest rider Matt Slaven are attacking the Oyster Dome, ripping roots and rocks on some seldom explored terrain outside Bellingham, WA. Check itt!!!