North Cascade Heli Time #2!

With only 4 days of heli time booked at North Cascade Heli, I think we lucked out. Wednesday night was our last hope. Pollard, out faithful leader, took things into his own hands and cracked the first the beer open. The night proceeded with many more beers, homemade shuffleboard, air blaster one pieces, and lot's of bruises. Walter was there (Randy's alter ego), he made sure we didn't get carried away with the squirt guns.

We woke up at the standard 7 A.M. to check on the weather. It looked like our worst day yet. Everybody started packing and Sammy even hit the road. About a half hour later, around 9, it broke up and was blue bird. It was on!



Sweet town of Mazama. I picked up a few post cards here, but left them in the rental car, sorry Henrik.



Photo op. Hurry up and take as many photos as you can. I don't have a G10, sorry. Lost some quality when the heli was landing and I was freaking out trying to capture the moment.



Our fearless leader and his nifty radio.



Brynn was in the shot getting the shot with a better camera, hence the cropping. Pollard and his smoke trail getting it!



Self portrait...Chris, I'm gonna need that one from your sweet G10.



Seamus's view from the heli.



Not bad Seamus, next time can we please do some tricks?



I wish I had a photo of Randy slashing every slashable slash. It was slash city out there.



Just some snow, sitting there, doing it's thing.



This was from our first day. Didn't think we were going to find a hole in the clouds to make it up, but Seamus managed to get us through, if only for a couple of runs.



North Cascades...not bad.