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\"woods5\"Our adventure begins here.<\/em><\/p>\n

It all started because I needed to get an Instagram. After all, if you snowboard and don\u2019t get any likes to show for it, did you really snowboard? Now Timberline was gorgeous on December 28th. We\u2019re talking mid 30\u2019s, blue bird, with a foot or so of fresh powder. I was pretty sure we could get something epic. Party Time Nate and I hopped on the Magic Mile as soon as it opened in hopes of scoring some untouched wind-drift gully action. Of course, the thing about the Magic Mile is there\u2019s no tree cover, so the terrain actually gets horribly windblown – but if you know where you\u2019re going – just a smidgen out of bounds to the West – there are a few sizable gullies to enjoy. Surely, even a snowboarder of marginal skill such as myself would be able to kick up a little pow or maybe even catch some airtime worthy of the feed.<\/p>\n

We dropped into the highest gully, much to Nate\u2019s chagrin – he was aware we may have to hike out of this and ew, who wants to hike? – but sure enough, an untouched wall of pristine pow sat in front of us. Nate tried to explain we should cut over, but I was determined to get awesome and pretty sure we\u2019d be able to make it out or at the very worst, end up on the trail to Gov\u2019y, a totally fun run with the added bonus of hitchhiking back!<\/p>\n

I dropped in, totally didn\u2019t have enough speed and threw up a weak ass powder puff only acceptable because I am apparently a middle aged woman (at least according to my longest standing intern<\/a>.) With the gram in the bag it was time to get the fuck out of there, but not before attempting to get a back up gram on another untouched pow field and losing Nate in the process.<\/p>\n

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\"img_8679\"The shot. Instagram got. Now it’s time to get lost.<\/em><\/p>\n

I waited for a bit and then said fuck it, we\u2019d meet at the lodge and proceeded on my way. I did my best to cut left, all-the-while slashing untouched pow through the wide open evergreens on Mt. Hood. It was a damn sick run, and man was it long\u2026<\/p>\n

It\u2019s probably when I hit the first river that I realized I may have fucked this one up. Who knows how many miles I\u2019d been riding, most were easy going and the few flat spots were great for practicing my cross-country snowboard skills, and really not that bad thanks to the powder prowess of my Arbor Shreddy Kruger.\u00a0<\/a> But the top of Mile to the bottom of Jeff Flood is only about\u00a0two miles\u00a0and I\u2019d definitely gone more than that.<\/p>\n

\"woods1\"“I’m\u00a0by a River”<\/em><\/p>\n

I was still holding out hope that I could connect with the Alpine trail, which runs directly into Charlie\u2019s Mountain View, but at this point desperate measures need to be taken. I sent out a Snapchat SOS to Timberline marketing superstar Ricky Hower, and took the even more desperate measure of making my way across the creek – which was surrounded by 6 feet of snow – and then the ultimate sacrifice, hiking straight up hill to get to the top of the ridge line. I don\u2019t want to talk about how long it took me to make it up those 500 or so feet, but by the time I did, it seemed the sun may have been starting to set.<\/p>\n