I almost didn't make it. I sprained my ankle, I'm tight on cash, my roommate just told me he's moving, I have a ton to do for my main client Nimbus Independent and the kids who rent out the basement of my house partied until four in the morning. They were making so much noise that I used earplugs in hopes of catching a few hours rest. What I forgot to do was turn the volume up on my alarm. Somewhere in the back of my conscious, somebody is talking, should I be getting up for something? I shoot upright in bed and look at the clock, it's quarter past five and my flight departs at seven. I take a record breaking short shower, grab my bags and put the pedal down in my Subaru.
I pull into the Park-N-Fly to find no attendants on duty. I wait anxiously, trying to decide whether or not to change to another park and ride but this is my pre-flight routine. I stay put and 20 minutes later the shuttle arrives, only to drop me off at the wrong terminal. I run with my two ski bags rolling arduously behind me with a pack on my back to the check-in counter, check my luggage, pay the over weight fee, and run to my gate. Just as I arrive the last of the customers have boarded. I've made it. I fall back in my seat and slip into a deep sleep before the wheels leave the runway.

I arrive in Anchorage, pick up my bags, walk outside the baggage terminal and watch as a rented Yellowstone RV pulls up with a band of characters whom I plan to share an Alaskan adventure. The crew consists of Matt Harvey and Luke Blaser, the Editor and Account Executive (sales guy) for Freeskier Magazine. It's Freeskier thats invited me on this journey. Joining them are industry icon, Jimbo Morgan, who was featured in Greg Stumps film Groove Requiem for his speedskiing endeavors, a medalist in the Olympics and who helped start Skullcandy and Electric Eyewear. Along with Jimbo, is Gabe Glosband, the Marketing Director for Scott USA and funny man. With my bags in the RV, we first stop and stock up on supplies at the grocery store, then hit Glenn Hwy with Captain Blaser guiding the ship towards our final destination, H2O Heli Guides in Valdez.



We pull into the parking lot of the Mountain Sky Hotel, where we're going to call home the next 7 days. We're running a little late but still manage to get our briefing, sign our paperwork, get our packs, shovels, probe polls, and beacons. Due to their somewhat tight heli baskets, we have to use their packs. We proceed to do our beacon searches and then organize ourselves for the day to come.

The following morning we awoke to partially clear skies. I woke up too early as I must have been anxious. I had weird dreams of obtaining Jedi like superpowers. I went to have breakfast, see who our guide would be and our departure time. It's the first day and we're going to fly. I've been to Alaska for heli skiing before and I mostly drank beer, ate, watched movies and got fat more than I skied. Coming into this trip, I came prepared with books to read, movies on my hard drive and a long list of things to accomplish for my business. This was not going to be like my previous Alaskan heli adventures, this was going to involve the most epic skiing of my life.
Another guy named Gabe was our guide on day one. Cool guy who started us off on some good manageable terrain. Unfortunately, just as I was starting to feel slightly comfortable, the weather got milky. By our third run, we could barely see the slope and the guides tracks. We felt our way down the last run, which was still awesome deep snow on a great pitch, but then called it a day.

The following morning we were met by the legendary pioneer of Alaskan big mountain skiing, Dean Cummings. He was to be our guide for the next three days. Dean has been a constant presence of the Alaskan heli frontier for years and is the owner of H2O Guides. He was personally going to show us his playground.
This day also started out a partially cloudy but turned foggy and cloudy by the end of our second run. We ended up on the glacier without a ride. Time to push and poll our way out through the crevasses, following closely in Dean's tracks. I have to admit it was really fun to trudge out in the fog. It reminded me of something out of Empire Strikes Back and the beginning scenes from the film on the frozen planet. This could be because Luke kept making Chewbacca sounds throughout the trip.

Our crew was in Alaska for eight days, of which we had five days alloted for heli skiing. Since on our second day, we only got two runs, they didn't count toward our total. To count as a day of riding, groups must get in at least three runs out of a possible six. So we actually got six days of flying and skiing. Upon checking out, we were told we actually made 29 runs at approximately 95,000+ vertical feet. No wonder my body is sore.

The third day we awoke to completely clear skies which we would experience for the remainder of our trip. Not a cloud in the sky and a beautiful glow on the mountain peaks surrounding Valdez. We drove to the airport, where we loaded into the helicopter and flew out to a new zone. Our pilot was better at flying a helicopter than I am driving my Subaru. Karl is the man!!! I've flown at a number of heli operations but none of them could come close to Karl's skills. Point to a peak, a knife edged ridge or a tight landing zone and he would land like a mother setting her newborn down in its crib. Okay, more badass than that... Like the pilot Stringfellow Hawke who flew the supersonic military helicopter on the television series Airwolf.

The next two days of Dean guiding us around could be the best two days of skiing in my life. We experienced a little bit of everything, super long chutes, butt gripping steeps, long powder runs, amazing bowls, rolling glaciers, blower pow, slough on top of super firm, some wind blown crust and possibly a first descent. I'm not totally sure on the first decent though, maybe I'm jaded, but it just seems too good to be true. I want to believe but the marketing guy inside me keeps saying they tell a lot of their clients that. If it is true, then we named a run in the Chugach Brohan (bro-han).



By the sixth and final day I was getting tired. Both mentally and physically. The long runs made my quads burn. My left ankle was swelling in the evening from my previous weeks sprain. My right knee was starting to feel weak and the back that I broke a couple years ago was starting to tell me to take it easy. I was also feeling mentally tired of being nervous for the next run, drop off, and unknown slope. During the helicopter rides up I would strain to see the run we were about to ski. My muscles, particularly my legs, would flex and I'd have to take a deep breathe and remind myself to relax.
The whole crew was feeling it too. The last day we all took a deep breath, relaxed, and had a more mellow day. It started out with our main inspiration, Jimbo, being out with a hurt knee from the prior day. The group just lacked some energy without Jimbo firing us up. Then our all-star pilot was taking the day off and we had what seemed like a total rookie. I'm sure he wasn't, but compared to Karl he just didn't fly nearly the same. We weren't in the same helicopter, we changed seating order, and things weren't in the same synch as they'd been previously. All of this added up to our crew telling our new guide, a snowboarder who rode with poles, that we were beat and looking to ride chill slopes and deep powder. I do have to point out that he too was an awesome guide.


The final day of riding was really nice being more relaxed about the terrain, skiing powder on a blue sky day, and also having Freeskier staff photographer Jeff Cricco in our group, who was at H2O to learn about guiding and taking photos. I think I got the money shot that will work for next year's X-mas card.

I also have to point out we did more than just ski while in Valdez. In the evenings we sampled the local eating and drinking establishments while meeting the friendly locals. One day some of the other heli clients jumped into the sound, then we went into the Club Bar. Here we learned about the fishing trade, how to fling dollar bills to the ceiling, and I listened to an individual explain why George W. Bush is the best president we've ever had. We ate at Fu Kung a few nights, upon which I ate so much it was hard to breath. We played shuffle puck, danced, and Harvey played guitar at the Pipeline Bar while testing the waters with local Tundra Wookies. Of course we sent it on the last evening, providing for a nice headache for the drive back to Anchorage.

On the drive home, we stopped off and picked up some fireworks which we shot out of the RV along the way. We stopped at a pull out to fire off the remaining Roman Candles and Bottle Rockets. I then was dropped off at a friends house in Anchorage and was treated to a home cooked meal, good conversation, and some wine. The next morning they cooked me breakfast and took me out to the airport. The trip was coming to an end.

Throughout my life I have skied, watched tons of ski movies, and dreamed of the ultimate Alaskan helicopter skiing adventure. It's weird once you realize a dream has come true. I just finished one of the best ski trips of my life. It may never get any better than what I just experienced. There will always be more turns, more chutes and more powder but maybe not in Alaska. I am truly fortunate to realize my dreams.
I will post a an entire slideshow in my photo gallery as soon as I've collected all the images from our crew. Check it out in a week or so.
