Jeffrey Miesbauer

I grew up within sight of the Blue Ridge Mountains and spent as much time as possible escaping to them. That is until I moved to Boone, NC, the mountain mecca of the southeast. After a college career of park skiing, backpacking, and general adventuring I set my sights on the steep and snowy Wasatch. So far, nothing beats a Utah powder day.

Waterfall Hunting: Spreading the Spark

By: Jeffrey Miesbauer | June 28th, 2010
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Approaching Stewart Falls, UT

Approaching Stewart Falls, UT

Waterfall Hunting: going outdoors with the goal of finding new waterfalls, photographing them, and enjoying the rare opportunity to swim beneath them.

For thousands of years, people around the world have been traveling to waterfalls to experience the mesmerizing sight and sound of falling water. Every waterfall is different but still conjures the same deep-down sense that the land is a treasure to be preserved but at the same time also shared. Read More …

Arkansas Campground Flash Flood: Learning Lessons from a Tragedy

By: Jeffrey Miesbauer | June 24th, 2010
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Little Cottonwood Creek, Utah, overflowing its banks

Two weeks ago on the night of Thursday, June 10, a heavy rainstorm moved through southwestern Arkansas, dumping up to 9 inches of rain over a mostly remote section of wilderness. In this area lies Albert Pike Campground, located at the junction of the Little Missouri and Caddo Rivers.

Two to three hundred people were camping in tents, cabins, and RVs on Thursday night when light rain began to fall. The rain picked up around 11pm and didn’t let up until around dawn. The NOAA issued a flash flood warning for the area after 1:30am, but all the sleeping campers heard was the rain pelting the outside of their tents. Read More …

June Skiing: Falling off the Summer Wagon

By: Jeffrey Miesbauer | June 17th, 2010
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Sun, snow, and Mt. Superior

With weather worthy of sandals and shorts in Salt Lake City, June 5th, to me, seemed like an excellent day for skiing. Lots of late-season snow and consistent melt/freeze cycles with little rain left considerable coverage on favorable aspects above 8,000 feet. And after more than 20 consecutive weekends of charging down the fall line, the idea of another Saturday without strapping sticks to my feet made me feel a little dead inside. It is an addiction, after all.

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