After snowing all day when the triathlon was on, Canmore was looking like the inside of an unshaken snow-dome. Still totally unsuitable for mountain-biking, but at least it was pretty.
And so we went for a wander around town, and everyone we met seemed to be in an inexplicably good mood. I guess they don’t want to ride their bikes.
Despite all rumours to the contrary, it’s supposed to be Spring by now. No-one has told the weather yet. They’re worried it will start hitting us with -10oC days to go with the snow.
Anyway, somehow I ended up doing a Winter Triathlon. Sensibly, it involved no swimming. Instead there was a ski leg, which I ended up doing. As a result, there are no photos of that part, so instead I bring to you photos of people trying to bike in 15cm of fresh snow (heh heh), and running through 15cm of fresh snow (heh heh heh).
“Do you wanna go skiing?”
“Yeah, ok.”
“How about Mount Shark?”
“Yep, sounds good.”
…..
“The road over Whiteman’s Gap keeps being closed due to avalanche.”
“And it sounds like the trails will be bullet-proof anyway.”
“Yeah, lets not go skiing there.”
“I’d still like to get out and do something.”
“Yeah.”
“How about we go for a hike?”
And so we hiked up Lady Mac. The trail was actually dry or just a bit muddy for maybe 10-20% of the way. Then there was just a lot of packed snow. Which got less and less packed as we got higher. We stopped at the teahouse for a quick bite to eat (the Moosling had a suck on a vegemite sandwich and a banana), then fled the horrible wind, and did some good butt-sliding on the way down. The butt-sliding was the main reason I kept carrying the Moosling on my front, as I’d have much preferred the weight on my back.
Photos from Kristy (because I forgot my camera!!)
More 12 hours captured here.
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).