I am not sure it would be possible to publish a post more exciting than this one.


Mt. St. Helens is a 8,366 foot volcanic peak. Located right outside Cougar, Washington, its last eruption in 1980 dropped its original prominence from 9,677 feet and left a stellar crater with a smoking lava dome. I've had the pleasure (or pain if you will) of scaling to the top of this mountain three separate times - each testing my will and strength to the utmost. This latest adventure was a big one for the books.


On February 6th, Perry and I met up with with an epic crew of avid adventurers and jumped into the Bumblebee loaded down with gear for an overnight. We brought everything to stay warm and safe, expecting deep snow and chilly winds. The sky was mostly overcast on our drive up and we arrived to the Marble Mountain Sno-Park by early afternoon. Although our packs were stacked, we added last minute granola bars, crampons, skis, boards and boots with high expectations for a good afternoon of hiking. Our friends stepped into their AT setups while Perry and I shouldered our packs and strapped on epic MSR snowshoes. Even Ike was loaded down with a warm jacket and pack. We headed up the trailhead in several feet of snow, passing hikers on their way out regularly.

About 2 miles in, we broke tree-line and admired the beautiful peak and ridge leading to it. At this point the sky had cleared and we slowly began the real ascend. Within the hour, we found the last sheltered tree nook and set up camp. Shelters dug, tents erected, and packs emptied - the glow of the sunset illuminated the steam rising from our JetBoils and other camp stoves. Ike ran from person to person looking to take a nibble out of dinner he could. It was a beautiful night and, post-sunset, the stars were looking their finest.

The next morning we woke at 5am to eat breakfast and pack up camp. Luckily, we were planning to return the route we came in, so we dug out a pit and left our overnight gear behind. With lighter packs and the sun just below the horizon, we started back on our ascent. What a morning! We quickly rose above fog level and followed the Worm Flows ridge to the summit. Arriving by noon, we were surprised by a lull in the wind and a bright sun warming our faces. We plopped - literally plopped - down, exhausted and sweaty from the trek. After a good break, I decided to snap a couple pictures of the summit than strap on the skis for descent. As I stood, Perry did too. He asked for the attention from the 15 other hikers and I turned to give him a questioning look. Once the words "I love this woman with all my heart" left his mouth, realization hit. It didn't take long after he took a knee for me to drop down in front of him, crying like a baby to give him a big kiss. He pulled a beautiful diamond ring our from under his clothes, attached to his neck with an old dog tag chain. It sparkled brighter than the sun and so did my love for him. With applause, cheers and smiles, we returned to our feet as a newly engaged couple. One of the ladies ran over with pictures on her phone, gushing for our number so she could send him. Our buddies gave high fives and laughed, finally revealing they had known all along.


And with that, we strapped in and started our fast, wet and heavy descent from the top of Mt. St. Helens.
Rick, Nick and Tyler thank you so much for the laughs, patience, and support! You guys rock!