Escaping The Chaos While The World Sleeps

A story of connecting purpose with process.

‘the process: prepping for a dawn patrol’ was originally published on October 21, 2018.

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Photo of Derek MacDonald by Katie Lozancich

The square, gray rack of puzzle-pieced plates slides into position and i once again lower the lid of the industrial dishwasher.

The jets whir to life on a mission to provide clean plates for the line cooks so that they, in turn, could serve food to high class tourists enjoying the night life of Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

While the water churns in the dishwasher, I have just enough time to fire off a text before resuming the never-ending scrubbing ritual that precedes the puzzle-piecing and loading of the plates into the dishwasher. The text is simple, yet effective, and will be enough to set the plan in motion since I won’t be able to text back until I close and lock up around 12:15am. “dark start 25 short? Solid forecast… Avy?”.

If he doesn’t have to work, Ryan will be stoked to dawn patrol at 25 Short.

A dawn patrol means to hike at sunrise, and to a backcountry skier or snowboarder it means a really early start for a quiet morning of fresh turns before the rest of the world wakes up. 25 Short is a backcountry ski route in Grand Teton National Park, having earned its name because its false summit sits just twenty five feet below 10,000ft of elevation at 9,975 ft. The route also offers access to a bunch of different terrain options to ride down, making it a good starting point for route selection that could change based on the conditions of the day. Given the new snow, recent avalanche forecast, and virtually complete absence of tourists, that’s where I want to be.

I’d assumed my post in the dish pit around 4:45pm after taking the bus from the mountain back to my car and driving over. I had been used to the tight squeeze, but working doubles allows for a few days off every week and my 3 day weekend officially starts tomorrow. I’d been at the mountain since shortly after 8am to make the journey from the parking lot up to my locker, get my gear and uniform on, and get down to the chairlift to meet my client at 9am. The base of Jackson Hole Mountain Resort is affectionately called the village, but during peak tourist time periods it feels more like a city. Knowing where to go once up on the mountain and off of the crowded base makes it feel like your own isolated paradise. My client and I wrapped up just shy of 4pm when the chairlifts close, and I did my usual mad-dash back to the locker room. From there it’s down to the parking lot and off to catch the bus. The true hurdle is the overflowing crowd of people also commuting from the mountain back toward town on the one road that connects the two.

Swigging my shifty, my complementary beer for diligently performing my illustrious dish sanitation duties for the evening, I rid myself of my smock and pull out my phone with my pruned fingers. Ryan had responded, “Ya dude, I am IN!”. I knew he’d be excited. Our days off don’t always line up, but we occasionally get the chance to take an early lap or two before work. Tomorrow, neither of us has to be back in a rush. “Sweet man, I’ll peep the avy report and give another holler around 5am”.

I finally pull into my driveway around 12:35am, thankful that I hadn’t left my snowboard boots or my goggles in my locker in the village — which I definitely haven’t done before…

As I walk inside, I routinely begin laying out my gear.

I place my jacket and mid-layer hoodie on the rack by the door, and then make my way across the living room to put my boots, hat, gloves, and glove liners in the hallway in front of the heater. Turning, I pluck my blue and white Jones splitboard from our apartment’s gear closet that overflows into our living room and onto the couch. The gaudy green, faux leather couch is accompanied by a futon; both picked up at furniture swaps. They allow our living room to transform into a hostel for frequent visits from friends of mine or of my roommates.

I’ve made it a habit to pack and ready my gear the night before going out so that I don’t have to do a million and one things at 4:30 in the morning, groggier than the subject of an allergy medication commercial.

Unclipping the bindings, I separate the splitboard into its two-plank mode, pivoting and then reattaching the bindings to complete the transformation from snowboard to skis. I affix my climbing skins to the bottoms of each split ski and then lash the skis together with a voile strap in a neat bundle with my poles. Climbing skins are like magical little pieces of carpet that you put on the bottom of your skis or board so that they grip the snow and allow you to walk uphill like you’re snowshoeing. Once at the top, you take off and stow the skins in your backpack and clip the board back together (and then totally surf that sweet pow pow down the mountain, bruh).

I try not to wake up my roommates as I make my way upstairs to retrieve my avalanche airbag so that I can pack it with my beacon, probe, shovel, and gear for the morning. I check the batteries of my avalanche beacon the night before too, because if I need to replace them, I’d rather know that now than when trying to get out the door.

An avalanche beacon is a Gameboy-sized transmitter that lets you find other transmitters, and lets them find you. You wear it on your body so that if buried in an avalanche, people can find you and dig you out. For those same reasons, I carry a collapsible, tent-pole-like item called a probe to poke through the snow and (hopefully) come into contact with the buried person. This process is used to mark their location beneath the snow’s surface. And that’s also why I carry a collapsible shovel; to dig out that buried person from the probe’s marked position.

In my backpack you’ll find a medical kit with extra athletic tape, band-aids, and mole-skin for blisters caused by ski or snowboard boots.

More often than not, these get used by other people instead of me, but I carry them because most people don’t. Depending on the day and what I need, you’ll also find:

• 2 liters of water

• a knife

• a compass

• a repair kit

• an emergency space blanket

• a foldable SAM splint for potential injuries

• extra emergency energy bars

• sunscreen

• chapstick

• a multi tool

• extra parts for snowboard bindings

• extra snowboard boot laces

• walkie talkies

• a notebook

• mechanical pencils

• a snow saw

• snacks

• lunch

• an extra base layer

• and extra mid layer

• extra goggle lenses

• sunglasses

• an extra neck buff

• an external battery pack for my phone in case of emergency

• my DSLR camera to, ya know, totally get the shot bro

I’ll also bring a coffee thermos, caffeine free tea, and sports drink mix for the car. Probably some La Croix too. (I consume a lot of beverages, OK?)

Lastly, before bed I lay out my clothes for the morning. Yeah, really. It saves time and I’m a zombie before I have my coffee.

My phone’s surge to life forces my own, and I slowly move across the floor to silence the radiating alarm.

4:30am on the dot.

I flip the light on and sit down on the edge of my bed for a minute. A few deep breaths, a slap in the face, and an elongated “fuck” exhaled under my breath combat my urge to lie back down. That, and the plans I had already made with Ryan. I do that intentionally on my days off so that my escape from people points up into the mountains instead of downstairs onto my couch.

Tossing on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I make my way downstairs. Rounding the corner at the bottom, and passing the gear-adorned hallway heater, my step off of the carpet and onto the cold tile of the kitchen floor brings me closer to the coffee maker. Clawing at light switches along the way, my groggy movements are methodical, calculated, and rehearsed. I have to pee; but I grind the coffee beans first, fill the pot with water, slap the ON button and then start boiling more water for oatmeal. Now, I head toward the bathroom while the coffee pot and tea kettle do their thing. Efficiency is the name of the game; no wasted steps allowed.

Sitting at the kitty-cornered kitchen table next to the hallway door, I eat my bowl of oatmeal with a banana and peanut butter while I read over the avalanche report on my laptop. A few other weather sites are also bookmarked in my browser. I open all of them in order, reading and comparing the information describing conditions of different elevations and locations nearby. I send the text to Ryan at 5:05am, “Looking good. New layer seems moderately stable so far and the flakes are still falling”.

The reply is almost instant, “Copy that. Lets do it!”. Closing my laptop with one hand, I hit send from my phone with the other, “Meet at the home ranch parking lot at 5:30? I can drive”.

“Word. See ya there”.

I love it when a plan comes together. Finished eating, I guzzle the rest of my coffee and then fill my travel mug right up to the brim before setting it on the counter. I work through a quick stretching routine in the living room and then head upstairs to put my snowboarding clothes on, now that I’m awake and semi-functioning.