-5 minute read-

The light dimmed and the patch of snow visible through the yurt’s single window changed from white to blue. I rose from my seat by the fire, grabbed the door latch and wrenched it inward against the stick of the jam. A path led to the two smaller sleeping yurts and the pit toilet. My puffy nylon slippers swished over the firm snow as the path turned to ice in the late-evening cold. I stopped outside the ring of light thrown by the propane lanterns. I took a breath, peed against a tree, and turned to walk back to the raucous good-timing of the main yurt. I took a step and paused.

SkiJT LehmanApril 22, 2019joseph, orski, travel Comment

Solo Road Tripping

-10 minute read-

I clearly remember the feeling. A swelling in my chest and a sense of the world opening in front of me. I was driving a beat-up Toyota minivan south on US 97 into California. The sun beat the blacktop and the open plain stretched away toward Mt Shasta in the distance. I had just left Oregon with everything I’d have for the next year. A couple of rubbermaid gear bins and a cooler stuffed under a platform bed in the back. The passenger seat was empty, nothing but possibility on the horizon.

SkiJT LehmanApril 8, 2019vanlife, ski, travel Comments

ski-touring vanlife style

three friends, a van, and why time together matters

SkiJT LehmanMarch 22, 2019mount thielsen wildernessvanlife, travel, skiComment

Skiing Mt. Rainier in a Day

Our three headlamps pan the steep snow ramp like searchlights as we work upward in the dark. The sweep of light reveals a craggy wall to our left and sun-cupped snow disappearing into the night above. The scrape of our crampons is the only sound in the dead air. We move slow to conserve energy and allow careful crampon placement, wary of a long fall on the firm snow.

Without warning a rock the size of a softball hums out of the darkness above and slams into my thigh.

Ski, Trip ReportJT LehmanFebruary 19, 2019paradise, waski, climb Comments

Skiing the Ptarmigan Traverse

We’re perched near the spine of the North Cascades, miles of trail-less wilderness surrounds us. The day is calm and peaceful. It’s early June and the hiking trails below tree line are teeming with weekenders from Seattle, but up here the mountains are locked in snow. With two-thirds of the Ptarmigan Traverse behind us, we’ve yet to see another soul.

Ski, BackpackJT LehmanFebruary 5, 2019cascade passski, climb, backpack Comments

Backpacking the Sawtooth High-Route

We’re days from the trailhead when we come upon Jim. “You guys see a solo hiker, guy about my age?”

“No, we’ve been off trail the last few days…” Elliot starts before Jim cuts him off.

“With the way his feet were killing him, he couldn’t follow me where I was going. We split four days ago with plans to meet down at the lake on the 10th or 11th. Today’s the 11th and we got a flight to catch”.

BackpackJT LehmanSeptember 14, 2018sawtooth national recreation areabackpack, climb Comments

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