The Weston Pass Hut is a recently finished four season structure just below Weston Pass at 11,921′. I was given a unique opportunity by one of the part-owners to bring in a group of friends, free of charge, to test out the private hut in exchange for honest feedback and recommendations for the future.
My buddy Tanner had recently purchased a new snowmobile, so we decided to cheat, and take advantage by loading up a pulk full of food, beer, extra gasoline and other miscellaneous items people couldn’t fit in their packs, in order to make the 6.5 mile skin to the hut a little less painful.
The learning curve in the adventures of Tanner towing a pulk, and myself on skis, was steep. A few miles down the trail, the pulk became dislodged, rolled, aluminum bars snapped and beer was punctured; surrendered to the snow and to the bottom of our black plastic tub.
Through our struggle to pull our supplies up to the hut and try to keep the snowmobile from overheating, we eventually made it to the hut shortly after 13:00. Our other crew of six still far behind, Tanner sped to the back of the pack to begin towing more people.
Minor snow which had blown through a small crack in the kitchen door; no one had been at the hut in over a month.
I stood inside the doorway and admired the structure. As I looked back towards the expansive and empty valley, I began to feel guilty (slightly) for being towed nearly the entire way. I then tossed my pack and got started making fires in both the living room and kitchen stove. I was however quite happy to escape the haul in my ski boots, which seem to be a never ending struggle for the goal of comfort. Freakish feet don’t help.
Our view to the northwest from the deck.
Break before hut chores …
such as water duty.
Almost immediately after arriving, we set eyes on the terrain we had scouted by topo weeks before the trip. Because of the altitude and aspect by which the hut was built, we knew we’d have to dip around and down to find soft snow.
De-skin to ski tough, wind swept, low angle crust. Fun even so.
The following morning and afternoon we took to the valley to make laps.
Tanner on the 800
The other five of six from the group hiked glades to make lines. As fast as Murph skied down to the valley, a critical piece of plastic on his binding busted and just like that, his skiing was over. He did however, still manage to summit a nearby 13er in ski boots while the rest of us played in snow.
Skinning a steep vertical.
A loud whoomph from the snow directly underneath Robert and I gave us cause to retreat lower, and into low angle trees for the remainder of the day. Although avalanche danger was considered “moderate”, we decided to play conservatively.
The smile gives it away
For many of the runs, I decided to post up and get photos of others skiing. This was the first trip for my new Sony RX100M3. I have more reading and tinkering to do before I begin to get more comfortable, but so far I’m in love.
Haleigh and Robert getting turns
The hut exceeded my expectations and the ski out on day three went quick to all of our surprises. Nearly all of the suggestions I made to the owners of the hut, had already been in the back of their minds for future consideration. I appreciate the opportunity to benefit from the fruits of their hard work and dedication after seven years of construction (construction season lasts a short three months at 12,000′).
Time lapse video of night two sunset courtesy of Dan.