Just returned from a Wed to Wed trip to Mount Bachelor in Oregon (six straight daze of skiing) with my cousin Wayne. It’s always been on our radar — we like to take our annual, one-week ski trip out West in the second half of March (nice way to end the season) and when planning a trip in November with no crystal ball, Bachelor is a far better bet for late-season skiing than many of our favorites in the Rockies.
For those not familiar with it, Mount Bachelor is a volcano (hasn’t erupted in 10,000 - 12,000 years), and from the summit, you can ski down in any direction, 360 degrees. It’s in a high desert region, so it gets a drier snow than, say, the Tahoe area (or so I’m told — this was our first time skiing anywhere west of the Rockies). The only kicker is there’s nothing between it and the Pacific Ocean, so it gets plenty windy above the treeline.
Great tree skiing — put us in mind of Steamboat in a lot of ways. And with it, you get Bend, Oregon, too — the microbrews were excellent.
A bunch of you have skied with us, but for those who haven’t, Wayne is the helmetless one. For context for the trail photo, these Oregon woods were very skiable on either side of just about every trail. We had a blast. Wayne didn’t want me to post this (“Ssssh!” being the watchword), but I know we can all keep it just between us girls.