Quick spin up to Mt. Tabor this morning in the wind and sleet. I pulled out the racing snowshoes in expectation of a few inches of snow on the ground. But alas, disappointment; freezing rain and sleet, but no snow.

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Every chance I get, I run up my little mountain.

A photo posted by Chris Rivard (@chrisrivard) on Nov 11, 2014 at 9:05am PST

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I was ice climbing in Smuggler’s Notch, Vermont – the year of the massive ice storm. My partner and I climbed frozen waterfalls all day and then bivy’d in a tent pitched in a snow pit we dug with our shovels. I remember approaching the climbs in a deep stillness and when the wind blew, the sound of ice encased tree limbs clinked and clanked against one another in harmony – an unforgettable experience.

Todd and I skinned up Hood and skied out the same day that 9 inches of rain fell per hour, melted the snowpack and caused massive flooding on the Sandy river.

This day:

Sandy River Flood from alexandra erickson on Vimeo.

Unforgettable.