a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJj_NR_M-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/me4L-rCutaA/s1600/800px-Mt_Adams.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJj_NR_M-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/me4L-rCutaA/s400/800px-Mt_Adams.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499568032520811490″ //abr /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJj-hrJyMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IVxQ1BOeGQU/s1600/MOD_in_blue.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;” src=”http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJj-hrJyMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IVxQ1BOeGQU/s400/MOD_in_blue.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499568020815202498″ //abr /Perhaps its not surprising some of the best skiing in America can be found beside a volcano stretching 12,276 into the sky. What might be surprising, though, is this underground mecca for ski training is used near exclusively in the summer months, and, even though one can see hundreds of acres of terrain on the upper reaches of Mt. Adams, all the skiing is done on paved logging roads put in years ago to haul out the resident Ponderosa, White Pine and Doug Firs. All it takes to put a smile on this skier’s face in the summer months is smooth pavement that meanders through the Cascade foothill. To have all this in a sleepy town that sparingly shares the road with fossil fueled BMW R75’s and mid-nineties Chevy Silverados makes it even better. br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJj_RQJLSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZpOMdlCnpXA/s1600/b%26w_jump.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJj_RQJLSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZpOMdlCnpXA/s400/b%26w_jump.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499568033586818338″ //abr /br /br /We saw the hottest days of the summer yet at this camp. Fortunately swimming holes abound around Trout Lake, making the plunge into the icy waters running off Mt. Adam’s glaciers an easy detour before rolling back to camp and filling up on Taco Stand inspired food.br /br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJkAMDq9oI/AAAAAAAAAY0/O0HM9nYm-38/s1600/B%26W_blue_team.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJkAMDq9oI/AAAAAAAAAY0/O0HM9nYm-38/s400/B%26W_blue_team.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499568049372198530″ //abr /br /The kids were working hard all week. I don’t think they were too used to putting in two tough workouts a day, but I never heard the young’ens complain. I was pretty impressed, especially when we finished the last two days of camp off with a time trial, a max strength session and a fast trek to the top of Mt. Adams. It was pretty sweet to see this long thin line of raucous skiers blowing by these slow moving, overburdened climbers, puffing away in their full GoreTex kits, headlamps and ice axes in tow. br /br /a onblur=”try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}” href=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJkAoms-CI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HAzl5B7S9Dk/s1600/email_rs_tt.jpg”img style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;” src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy8LpbgYOag/TFJkAoms-CI/AAAAAAAAAY8/HAzl5B7S9Dk/s400/email_rs_tt.jpg” border=”0″ alt=””id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499568057035323426″ //adiv class=”blogger-post-footer”img width=’1′ height=’1′ src=’https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910103639238326543-6497248926279257911?l=methowolympicdevelopment.blogspot.com’ alt=” //div
