Denied my last ski of august!

So, wednesday morning I got up bright and early with big dreams of skiing my favorite late summer monster ski runs on the harding icefield. It only took a few hours of aproach hiking for the weather to settle in, and for me to realize that perhaps crossing the crevasse-ridden Exit glacier in a white-out wasn't the smartest thing to do solo, not to mention skiing no-choke couloirs in an icy rainstorm. But alas, the "weekend" was salvaged with a beach camping/mountain biking trip to ninilchick. Watching an ashcloud spewing forth from Mt. Redoubt made the trip worth it.