My roommate Jason Stowers, his girlfriend Avie Meadows, and I took a trip
into the southern reaches of Oregon to hike, climb, and enjoy the summer weather.


Jason and I were planning on climbing in Washington Pass or Leavenworth for the weekend,
but a fire broke out in Leavenworth, and Washington Pass turned out to be a long drive
leaving Portland at 6 pm. So, Avie, Jason, and I decided to head south and summit
Mount Thielsen, just north of Crater Lake National Park, at 9,182 feet to the summit pinnacle.
This is Jason and Avie on the ~7 mile hike in.


This is a good view of Mount Thielsen. It looks pretty forbidding, and is a pretty
decent hike to the summit, finishing with a single 80 foot section of 5.1 climbing.


Avie Joy Meadows, a few weeks before her 25th birthday on the scree slopes of Mount Thielsen.


Quite a difference in weather from the week before at Mount Rainier. This view of Diamond Lake,
and the small mountain to the south of Thielsen get the Paul Perrault stamp of approval.


This is a very different view of Crater Lake than I am used to. Taken at about 8,500 feet on Thielsen,
this picture shows the north crater rim and some of the mountains around the park.


Same shot, but with me in it this time.


Avie, looking down at a much tougher approach than we took to get to the top of the mountain.


Jason and I getting geared up to hop on the only pitch of climbing to be done on this side of Thielsen.


Even though the pitch was only 5.1, it's still good form to run a rope up, if only to make the
descent a little cleaner.


Avie on the summit showing us the way north. We could see all the way to two of the three
Sisters and Mount Bachelor to the north.
I'm told on a clearer day, you can see all the way to Hood.


This is Josh from Bend. He took some pictures with his SLR, but I offered to take a shot with my digital
just to make sure he got one that turned out. Here you go, dude!


As per the now-6-year-old tradition that Eugene Bast and I started, here is yet another summit with
my bare bum exposed.


A nice view of the Crater... They don't call me Chief White Bum for nothing.


The three Musketeers atop Mount Thielsen, July 17, 2004.


The summit pinnacle of Thielsen.


The view around the area just below the summit. By the time we were leaving, there were quite a few
people waiting to get up the summit. Sort of like a day at the crags.


This is a partial view of the north face of Thielsen that I took for Jason's friend, John.
You would have to come in from the Howlock Trailhead to get to this side for a summit attempt.


Jason and Avie with Thielsen menacing from behind. This is only a few minutes before these two
decided to attack me with snowballs from this snow mound behind them.


Avie is not only a "gorilla" and an "Amazon"; we are also declaring her to be the first female to
summit Thielsen in Chacos. These are her disgusting feet once we descended. Eeewww! To the lake with you!


From Thielsen, we travelled the short distance to Crater Lake, since Avie had never seen it. Imagine,
a Saskatchewan boy who's lived in the state for 16 months getting to tour a native Oregonian around
the state's ONLY National Park. This is Avie celebrating her first look at the lake.


This is my first attempt at using a polarizing filter. Much more accurately, this was the first time
I tried to take pictures through sunglasses. Not a bad shot of Crater Lake.


If I didn't already have enough shots of Mount Thielsen, here it is from Crater Lake.


Jason, with the upper Rogue River in the Gorge below. A substantial body of water was flowing down this
gorge. Avie said that the water would have been considered class V or higher. I would call it class Death.


Attempt number 2 with the polarizing lens. Rogue River, OR, 18 July, 2004.


Most people who travel with me marvel at the way I can fall asleep wherever I have space. Avie goes one step
further than this. She can actually sleep sitting up with nothing supporting her head. She is completely
unconscious in this picture. I actually started changing my driving style to try to get her head moving side
to side a little more violently. In one particular bend in the road (where I accelerated into a turn a little
bit too much), we actually made Avie touch the side of my window. I'm sure Karma will get me for that one.


Later that day, we visited Rattlesnake, a pretty outstanding sport climbing area just outside of Ashland, OR.
We found these trees that none of us had seen before with bright red bark that was steadily shedding. It's
useful to note at this point that if you've never been to Rattlesnake, you should go. But, bring a guide book
as the area is so far into the sticks that we saw many, many appliances with bullet holes in them.


Two beer for anyone who can help decipher what type of tree this is. Jason thought it was some kind of
rhododendron, but I'm suspicious. I'm going to call it a "snake" tree until I hear otherwise, since the
thing was shedding like a snake in heat.
UPDATE: Jason informed me that this tree is known as a Pacific Madrone, and here is the justification
to prove it: PROOF


Jason and Avie at the Aurora Buttress, Rattlesnake.


Jason and I readying for an attempt at some 5.8 crack called Uppyer Crack


Jason: "Is it ironic if your helmet makes you fall off a route?" Jason had a sweet trad lead of this route.


Seeing as I currently rank as one of the worst crack climbers in history, Jason felt the need to try
to instill some crack skills in me. Unbelievably, I actually jammed a few times, and quietly (after much grunting)
made my way up this climb.


On the other side of the page, Avie is a machine in the cracks, and she made quick work of Uppyer .


One of the sweetest spots at Rattlesnake is the Cathedral area. Similar to how the apse in a Cathedral
arches high above you, the two sides of the Cathedral area arch above you with a small window opening
into the valley below. This is Avie looking out the window.


This is a four star 5.10a called Arabesque that went right up the side of the Cathedral.
I absolutely echo the four stars given to this climb, as the exposure definitely puckered me up a
little.


Arabesque a few clips into the climb.


This shows the line of the climb. This possibly rates as one of the cooler climbs I've successfully led.


Once again, our favourite sleeper. Jason and I had a private bet to see how many minutes it would
take Avie to pass out once we got into the vehicle. This particular time took exactly 2 minutes.

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