We had amazing weather, pretty much sunny the whole time!
We managed to travel many miles with kites, and got a hand full of great ski descents as well...
We traveled up the Hubbard, through a pass to the Seward Glacier then due east to the Columbus. 
We had mostly light winds, although one very strong session ended up working me over pretty good. Below is my kite control bar after a 20 minute battle with my kite. Fortunately I won.
We found mostly very poor snow stability, though we managed to ski one of the couloirs below...
Tory thinking it looks a little rocky...
Below is Tory getting ready to drop in...
We also skied a great peak about 14 miles west of Mount Saint Elias...called peak 9365. It featured 55 degree angles, many large crevasses and very firm snow conditions. Amazingly, it was sunny and calm on the summit, providing awesome views in every direction. Below is Jason on the down...
Skiing over bridges on 9365, maybe one of the more dangerous things I've done
Below is Peak 9365. We skied the line just left of the rocks below the summit, the one just barely catching the sun. A classic steep ski mountaineering objective...
Kites in the air...
Kiting in to the setting sun...
Tory booting up another couloir...
Below is Jason, slogging with a smile as usual...
And Tory being Tory, of course... 
Unfortunately, 15 days in to the trip I accidentally cut my right index finger with a pocket knife while modifying a water bottle. The cut was only 1cm long, but managed to cut my radial digital nerve and artery, as well as my flexor pollicus longus tendon. At first it was so swollen, I couldn't assess it properly. 5 days later, after the swelling went down, it was obviously not working. I called Paul Claus for a pickup near Juniper Island, which I got 2 days later. I ended up having surgery in Anchorage 48 hours later.
In 20 days, we had traveled 100 miles and made 3 likely first descents, and perhaps the first ascent of Peak 9365. We'll probably never know for sure, and hardly matters. Jason and Tory carried on, got some better wind, making it another 80 miles to the lower Miles Glacier. My right hand is useless for 3 months, so I'm studying for the GRE exam and doing lots of trail running. Thanks to the Mugs Stump Award committee for postponing me and Sam Johnson's award to climb Mt. Logan until next year. Below is my finger, post-op.
Below is Peak 9365. We skied the line just left of the rocks below the summit, the one just barely catching the sun. A classic steep ski mountaineering objective...
Kites in the air...
Kiting in to the setting sun...
Tory booting up another couloir...
Below is Jason, slogging with a smile as usual...
And Tory being Tory, of course... 
Unfortunately, 15 days in to the trip I accidentally cut my right index finger with a pocket knife while modifying a water bottle. The cut was only 1cm long, but managed to cut my radial digital nerve and artery, as well as my flexor pollicus longus tendon. At first it was so swollen, I couldn't assess it properly. 5 days later, after the swelling went down, it was obviously not working. I called Paul Claus for a pickup near Juniper Island, which I got 2 days later. I ended up having surgery in Anchorage 48 hours later.
In 20 days, we had traveled 100 miles and made 3 likely first descents, and perhaps the first ascent of Peak 9365. We'll probably never know for sure, and hardly matters. Jason and Tory carried on, got some better wind, making it another 80 miles to the lower Miles Glacier. My right hand is useless for 3 months, so I'm studying for the GRE exam and doing lots of trail running. Thanks to the Mugs Stump Award committee for postponing me and Sam Johnson's award to climb Mt. Logan until next year. Below is my finger, post-op.
