That's Baker for You: 2015/16 Season Recap
It starts with the squalls of November. Lowering freezing levels. A dusting atop Pan Dome. Pre-season explorations off Highway 542. The weather pundits can make their predictions, but we don’t really know what’s going to happen until it snows.
Then there’s a December to remember, bluebird skies and a few solid storms in January, cold February powder days, and pray for miracle March. Six hundred and twenty inches is a lot of snow—the most in the contiguous US. El Niño provides and proves the doubters wrong.
Those who believe get it good more often than not through cold mid-winter storms, stacking foot upon foot and stringing together bottomless days. You see them at first chair and maybe in the trees, if you’re lucky—those who ride day in and day out, in the lot by 8 a.m. at the slightest hint of precipitation. They’re the believers.
When April rolls around, you’ll find them in front of the White Salmon Lodge, soaking up the sunshine after a winter in deep. They’ll be smiling, happy to spend long days cruising at a mellow pace, maybe a few last forays into the high country. They know—if you were here, you scored. And if you weren’t, well, there’s always next season. Precipitation is a certainty at Baker, dry spells an anomaly, and those bluebird powder days are a blessing. But we’re not here to brag about it. We’ll let the pictures do the talking.
Because, well, that’s Mt Baker for you.