For most of you, Mt. Baker is either a place you know or a place you know of. I grew up in Massachusetts riding mostly icy slopes and semi-flat tree runs. Any perspective outside of that was limited to either the imagery of mystical places in magazines and videos or the amount of snow in our backyards.
In sharing my love for snowboarding with you, I suggest that you don’t ride there at all. Besides the fact that they get more annual snowfall than most other ski areas, the visibility is horrible, it’s humid, the snow is heavy, and there are no on site lodging options.
When the snow starts falling, people begin shuffling out from their hiding spaces, filling highway 542 in a frantic pace to get to the mountain. The hordes of snow hungry humans reach the chairlifts to begin their seasonal hunt. Fighting my way into line I reached temporary safety and began my ascent into the storm.
Let the snow continue to fall as we fill ourselves to the brim. Happy shredding and happy holidays!