So, it’s not entirely true. He already knew how to ski. But his downhill skiing has improved dramatically this season. Cross-country skiing not so much, as we haven’t gotten out doing much as a family. He has been doing the Jackrabbits junior skiing program though, which he really enjoyed – a group of 6-8 four-year olds out wandering the trails and playing games: He’s also been heading to ski lessons at Sunshine Village while Alex works. End result? He can now happily ski green runs! We went out for a ski together, and it was so much fun that my … Continue reading The boy learns to ski
A day at the ski hill with the boy. But first, he had to climb the mountain in the car park. After some time in daycare, and then some lunch, we headed out together. And I towed him up to the magic carpet. Mama was only allowed on for one ride, then I was told off if I tried to follow him up the hill. I spent some time skiing backwards, unable to convince him to snow plough (or pizza, as it’s apparently known in these circles) I tried to see if he wanted to ride the Strawberry lift, but … Continue reading A day on the hill
Just because I hadn’t done it yet, and it was going to be a nice day, yesterday I skinned up the ski out at Sunshine Village with Finn in the Chariot. Had a hot chocolate in the sun in the Village (I don’t recommend the Java Lift hot chocolates unless you’re only after an expensive sugar fix). It was gorgeous up there, and there’s still so! much! snow! Then skied back down again. Skiing back down again was an exercise in snow-ploughing. Never before has one girl snow-ploughed so hard for so long. When we’re back country it’s usually not … Continue reading The story of the girl and baby going up the mountain and then down again
The sun shone on us feebly from far away. But the snow was soft and fluffy. Mt Assiniboine
After prolonged warm weather, it finally snowed in town the other day – and there was actually some snow on the ground for opening day at work (which has been kind of hectic). Oh, and the flag really is a Canadian flag, it’s just being all insipid and limp.
This little beastie was one of a few that’s been trapped around work recently, living in the nice warm buildings. It’s really an American Marten, rather than a Pine Marten, and it was surprisingly placid compared to some of the others that are trapped. Rather than snarling and biting, he just sat there licking the cage. They’re little omnivores, and according to wikipedia, they catch and eat squirrels (I stand by my belief that Canadian wildlife is much more alarming than Australian wildlife). As well as frogs and fish and fruit and whatever else they can find laying about. And … Continue reading pine marten
A visual diary of my afternoon/evening: I am at work. I look at Mount Bourgeau. I am at Mount Bourgeau. I look at work. I go from Mount Bourgeau back down to work. In between, I look around at the mountains and the yellow aspen, and listen to the wind blowing through the trees, and I climb and do not fall despite the strange slanting of the rock which gives the disconcerting sensation that the mountain is casually shrugging you off.
The Slush Cup – the idea is to ski or snowboard down this slope and launch yourself at the pond of freezing cold water. Prizes go to those who do it in the best style. Some even make it across. Getting more speed at the start was helpful. But even with speed, the majority of the attempts ended like this:
8:30am at work, as the sun desperately tries to rise.
Over the last week or so, a nice big flow of warm moist air has been sweeping over here from Hawaii – the particular weather pattern is referred to as the Pineapple Express, and is renowned for bringing large dumps of snow. We got 50 or 60 cm over a few days, and the snow has kept trickling in since. Today was the first day with much blue sky since all the snow arrived to cover the diminishing base… Heading up to the top of Lookout Mountain Not a bad view to ski to