As the boy gets better and better on his skis, we’ve been luring him out to cover longer distances. He doesn’t always want to go skiing though (as evidenced here, as he hangs onto the Chariot for dear life, preventing it from escaping without him. And I did some ski orienteering, with 3 days in a row of events. And then got a little sad when it was all over. Because there’s just something about looking for orange and white markers that seems to make every activity more fun. I also managed to ski 1000km this season, a largely pointless … Continue reading Some skiing
There’s a small network of ski trails about Ribbon Creek, near Kananaskis Village and Nakiska Ski Resort. They’re track set for classical skiing, and there isn’t really enough room between tracks for skate-skiing. A nice little set of trails to spend a day exploring, there is quite a lot of up and down – and so some nice views as well. It’s nice to ski somewhere different for a change.
8am – Peaceful breakfast :) 9am – Finn helping me with the laundry 10am – Another warm day! And it’s snowing like crazy. 11am – Back in the car after finally meeting up with everyone, now off to the trailhead 12pm – Skiing along the Goat Creek trail, starting from Canmore, heading to Banff 1pm – Lunch break at the first bridge 2pm – Crossing the second big bridge – still snowing like crazy 3pm – Still snowing! (the Chariot behind me is covered now) … Continue reading 12 hours of Saturday
Back at the Nordic Centre towing the Moosling again (I had to get out of the harness to jump, he was fast asleep back there, and probably wouldn’t have appreciated it).
The last time I passed by Watridge Lake I was 34 weeks pregnant, feeling too warm, with sore feet, and generally feeling as if I’d hiked far enough. We’d hiked through from Sunshine Meadows to Mount Assiniboine, and I’d already travelled 19-20km that day. I was kind of hoping for a travelator to take me home. Or a small helicopter. Perhaps a tame and friendly moose. This time I returned with a baby on the outside, and a tame snow-shoer to pull along the Chariot. It took us less than an hour to reach the lake! I was … Continue reading Return to Watridge Lake
Woah, it’s been a while… I haven’t been on the internet much, although I have found the time to make a pie chart displaying exactly how much time I’ve been spending at work and in transit and sleeping, leaving only 3 hours or so at home for laundry/dinner cooking/grocery shopping/going for bike rides/bouldering…. But anyway, prepare for an onslaught of backdated adventures. With lots of pictures and not many words no doubt. Rockbound Lake, nestled underneath the ramparts of Castle Mountain This one is more of a Nordic trail than anything else, with just one little steep section … Continue reading ski tour: rockbound lake
The avalanche danger has been very high recently, so a lot of the more interesting backcountry skiing has to be avoided at all costs. And most of what’s leftover has to be approached with a healthy dose of paranoia. So on my day off I went and did what was basically a hideously ungroomed nordic trail, with no avalanche danger whatsoever, as it was so flat and far from anything that could conceivably be viewed as a skiable slope. But still pretty. We kept the mountains at a healthy distance, and there were signs of natural avalanche activity … Continue reading to the inkpots
The sun shone on us feebly from far away. But the snow was soft and fluffy. Mt Assiniboine
First trip out to Rogers Pass – three days in Asulkan Valley, staying at Asulkan Cabin. Below the glaciers, above the trees – it snowed the whole time we were there, so visibility wasn’t great, but the tree skiing was excellent. Starting out on the trail – sorting out packs. Skinning up to the hut Alex, telemarking down again Asulkan Cabin – the skin collection hung a lot thicker first thing in the morning, half of the people in the hut had already headed off by the time this photo was taken. James contemplating the skin back up. The view … Continue reading rogers pass
A very silly day out on a ski tour by Storm Mountain, on the border of Kootenay and Banff National Parks.. We spent most of it climbing over and under fallen trees, before finally reaching this opening and actually going uphill for a while.
Going backcountry for the first time in Canada
Revelstoke also had trees… blue skies (some of the time), more trees and runs that really went forever (4700 vertical feet/1400 metres).
Had trees… …and runs that seemed to go forever.
It was the last Mt Stirling trip of the snow season, and the snow was thin on the ground. Happily flowing streams took all the snow away, and mud was everywhere. But there was still enough snow to play on… And the snow shovel tobogganist glides off into the distance. There is one good thing about skiing at the end of the season though – the beautiful weather (as long as it’s not raining).
Here’s a picture of the weekend at Mt Hotham. It’s taken on Paw Paw Plain. Yes, the weather and snow were both pleasant and enjoyable. Now excuse me while I go out and strangle someone… or burn a copy of Chapter Nine of my thesis (in the ‘hugely satisfying enormous leaping flames’ sense, not the CD/DVD sense).
And more snow. Soft and fluffy for a weekend at Mt Stirling, infinitely more appealing than paying $95 for a lift ticket to queue at Mt Buller. Pointing and laughing at the people over on Buller Because the snow? The snow was good. And we hardly had to share – certainly not with millions of snivelling school kids. Tree lurking on horizon line as the sun sets. Skiier lurking suspiciously on snow-covered mountain as the sun sets. Then came the snow shovel races! Meanwhile, we spent the weekend cowering in fear in the face of the fluoro yellow pants of … Continue reading snow!!
Another nice day at the snow at Lake Mountain – it was much sunnier this time, t-shirt skiing weather. The hoards were out though. Thankfully we arrived early, and stayed out the back. Then after the snow turned to slush, we went and hiked up Mt St Leonard. Then I found some blossoms. Then I went home. The end. Edit – And I just realised that Gary McDonald is in Mouline Rouge. I’ll have to assume I never realised it was him before because I was too used to thinking of him as Arthur.
I closed my eyes tight, and wished very hard, and the snow fairy came. And brought enough snow to ski on. At least he’s trying. (Yes, in this case when I say ski I mean cross-country skiing. It was a pleasant way to spend a morning, although my skating muscles were burning most of the way around)
Went out to play in the snow today :) There was a slight change of plans after realising the weather would be horrible for sea kayaking, and that there would in all likelihood be a reasonable amount of snow at Mount Baw Baw. We like the snow. However, I would have preferred a late season this year, so I could theoretically get my thesis written and then go off and play in the last of the snow. I suppose 1) The season could still end up finishing late, or 2) The snow running out could encourage me to magically get … Continue reading and it’s only april!
Alex by the Mt. Stirling trig point The boys