2013 Jim Ratz Scholarship recipient Jediah Porter reflects on his final ski exam
It’s done. Since 2007 I have been pursuing AMGA dreams. The American Mountain Guides Association trains and certifies guides. Just a couple weeks ago I successfully completed the final Ski Exam. In doing so, and having already passed similar exams on Rock and Alpine terrain, I have earned full “internationally-recognized” certification. The International Federation of Mountain Guide Associations recognizes this trilogy of credentialing as the pinnacle of formal guide training. I just joined a list of 90 guides here in the United States with this level of vetting. Elation is an understatement. It is not, in the least, anticlimactic. I am beyond thrilled and still regularly experience that rush of contentment and relief.
This last exam was eight days. The scoring rules allow for some screw-ups and “learning”. And I screwed up and have learned. Also, the examiners are allowed up to two weeks from the finish of the exam to process the final results. That two-week period is absolute almost-hell. While a processing period allows the examiners to get on with life while still reflecting on a candidate’s performance, it requires the candidate, especially a candidate who delivered a border-line performance, to live in purgatory. Literally. In Catholic doctrine, purgatory is a place of temporary punishment. I did indeed screw up on my ski exam. Not knowing for weeks how that screw-up would affect my final score left me continuously processing and critiquing my performance. I punished myself over and over. Along the way I learned a great deal about what lay beneath the poorer aspects of my performance. Self-flagellation is a familiar sort of temporary punishment in my world. As Howie pointed out, had I been given my passing score immediately following the exam, I wouldn’t have reflected and grown quite the same way. Nice touch, AMGA…
Even a television-awards-show-style acknowledgements speech would seem inadequate. I’ve been at this certification process long enough to have been married and divorced, lost most of my hair, and traveled to every corner of North America’s orographic atlas.
However, there are a few common themes in the support I have taken advantage of. First of all, the mentorship. Sierra Mountain Guides employers Neil and Howie have been here from the beginning. They dumped a great deal of thought, energy, and care into shepherding me through this process. All that, and I go and “thank” them by increasing my payroll cost. In all seriousness, these two guys are doing the good and hard work of increasing the viability of the mountain guiding career, simply by living their values and recognizing the inherent professionalism required. These two put in their own formal-training careers and raise the bar every day for those of us coming up.
Next, the family. By design, my family and I have kept some distance between them and the nuts and bolts of mountain guiding and travel realities. Mom’s can only hear about so many avalanches or altitude headaches. However, my folks fake an interest in the gritty truth better than most. They are the first ones I called with the news.
Also, the ladies. Chasing mountain passions is hard on relationships. I burned through one and have stressed another in the quixotic pursuit of “Mountain Master” status. Thanks girls…
I couldn’t leave out Paul. For seven years of my most impressionable and valuable mountain apprenticeship I lived in Bishop’s Zoo. Paul Rasmussen owns this house of ill repute. He shelters (inexpensively, to say the least…) climbers aspiring to great things. My aspirations focused on guiding, and the Zoo “sending scholarship” got me a long way through the early parts of that journey.
The posse of clients and fellow guides that I put through the paces while “training” deserve abundant thanks. It is a strange state of affairs here in the United States. I, or anyone else, can take lots of money from a client without any formal training or certification. It is my opinion that my self-directed path through AMGA courses and exams made what I had and have to offer paying guests of greater value than the average untrained guide. However, it is a learning process.
Additionally, many of my best friends are guides themselves. There are those ahead of me in the process, and those somewhere behind me. All had something to offer, from simply climbing or skiing together all the way to days and days of formalized rescue practice.
And finally, I have learned that in addition to passing, I received support for the tuition for this exam from the “Jim Ratz Memorial Scholarship Fund”. Awesome!
