A week ago today, team APU packed in the vans and zipped out to the Girdwood airport to start off the first glacier training camp of the summer. That days weather was decent, and within an hour all twenty-something of us had been helicoptered in and were already raiding the facility’s kitchen.
It’s hard to explain the feeling of stepping out of the chopper onto the rocky plateau that separates the massive snowfield from the 6000ft abyss that plunges all the way to the ocean. The views and the terrain are just unreal; from the upstairs bedrooms, you see this to your right:

And this to your left:

Once the awe and amazement faded, or at least slightly, it was time to get to work. This was after all an on-snow volume camp. From that first afternoon, we all got to business. Erik, Casey and Mikey all put in some crazy grooming hours to churn out the kilometers, and boy was it good skiing. There was a lot of really cool looking weather, with clouds and sun swirling around all at the same time:

There was also some gorgeous, bluebird days, which of course require the obligatory flex-our-muscles shot:

And there were the foggy days too. The nice part about those is that you can’t see all of the big hills that you have to ski up.

One of the best parts about a glacier camp is the amount of food we get to eat. If you’re not skiing, you’re sleeping, and if you’re not sleeping, you’re eating. And there are some pretty dang good options. Erik Bjornsen and I mastered the art of char-broiled nachos at least twice:

And if you feel like something sweet and rich, there’s always endless amounts of Taz’s famous bread pudding:

Skiing wise, the camp was very successful. Personally, I was feeling pretty fit and also a lot more comfortable skiing on that softer, transformed snow than ever before. All of the athletes put in some serious distance, with some of the guys skiing about 400km in 11 sessions over 6 days.
The week ended, as it always does, with the thrilling hike out. While you can fly out (and some people choose to), the hike is scenic, fun, and cheaper than flying. Actually, it’s free.
Here, camp rookie Erik B gears up with the rest of the crew for the trek. Everyone enjoyed giving him a hard time for his road runners and duct-tape gaiters, although I may or may not have actually imitated the second technique myself.

Instead of the more traditional snowmachine-shuttle, we just roped up and hiked right from the lodge since the snow was hard enough that we could make good time on foot:

Once off the glacier itself, everyone felt the need to test out the ancient (almost) wind shelter:

With most of the snow melted out on most of the mountain, it was a quick and easy jaunt down:

But regardless, everyone was fairly content to get back to those vans. We were all pretty smoked; legs sore, arms heavy, and minds blown. But that’s what a big volume week like that is for, right? And in another few weeks, we will have forgotten our fatigue and be licking our chops, right back at it again.
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