Climbing Mt. St. Helens
Don’t call it a comeback. –LL Cool J
Yeah, it’s been a while. Turns out, in Seattle, when summer hits and the sun comes out, things start happening, stuff goes down, E’s are vited, dead meat gets cooked, optimistic goals are undertaken, and a hairy man in in a uniform with a bullhorn comes around shouting “step away from the computer! It is unknown at this time how long this weather will last! You have been found deficient in Vitamin D, and have been sentenced to two point five months of activity!”. So I’m going to try and make a few posts to get caught up here.
First, you’ll notice a new “Photos” link on the sidebar. I’m trying to get some of my recent photos online, starting with a trip to Mt. St. Helens I did with Bryan and Greg, and various friends, and a canine, back in June. 
We car camped the night before, did some fishing, got up at 6am, and had slogged our way up to treeline by 10am. It took another four hours or so to make it to the top, mostly hiking on snow with a couple of nice steep sections. I sort of live for that moment of summiting and the time spent on top; you can see so far that the world seems small, which does wonders for one’s ego.
Coming down involved 3,000 feet of what the French call glissading, which translates to wearing slick pants and sliding on your ass.
Photos are in the new gallery. Note that not all photos are exposed to the unforgiving Internet; you need to be logged in to see them all. There’s a link to register on the sidebar.
More posts soon.