Late spring at Mt. Baker with Byron Bagwell
The golden locks. His goofy Californian slang. An uncanny ability to store water like a camel. Pack leader to Momo and Rufus. Applicator of paint, and curator of bamboo and community gardening.
With his sarcastic displays of machismo, Byron Bagwell, or “Bags” as I call him, has continued to maintain a position in the ranks of “dudes over 30” still shredding harder than you. Via splitboard and jibstick he has managed to sustain himself in a challenging and often confusing industry, probably due to his laid-back personality and dedicated work ethic.
These photos were taken during the last few weeks, as Baker once again displayed classic patterns of schizophrenic weather and late season snowfall. Thanks to all the folks who are over it; with your short-lived powder frenzies and apparent alternative hobbies. Once again the mountain goes quiet until the hoards of tourists hit this summer.
PS. I’ve added some photos from the talented Janus Kober at the end of the gallery. Long live Jenghis Khan!