Sunday, 10 January 2010

Ski Day 9: More of the Same

Vert: 10,430 m YTD Cum Vert: 91,680 m
Runs: 16 YTD Cum Runs: 150

There were a lot of similarities to yesterday. OK to good vis in the AM...



...and a cloud hanging on the top of Divide providing pretty flat light and marginal viz for the top third of the chair.



In the afternoon, sun even broke out on Wawa for a while -- but we weren't on Wawa.



The snow was even more scraped, as expected, and there are even more rocks showing, but otherwise conditions remain fine. It was Avalanche Awareness Day 2, and I learned how to do a search with an avi transceiver, while KC looked at snow profiling, and we watched a few kids get rescued by avi puppies.

Vert wise, at 91,000 m, we are now where we were last year on Feb 14 -- a month ahead of sched.

Saturday, 9 January 2010

Ski Day 8: Avalanche Awareness Day

Vert: 12,240 m YTD Cum Vert: 81,250 m
Runs: 20 YTD Cum Runs: 134

The day dawned OK weatherwise...




...but it didn't last too long. By 11 it was pretty solidly overcast. The lack of snow over the last week was noticeable. The best word to describe the snow is "hardpack", as everything has become pretty firm (though there are very few icy bits). I did some exploring to try and find softness, and had very little success. The glades of Ewe First and Mother In Law on Goat's Eye were full of firm but carveable bumps...



...as were the TP Main Chutes and OS Pitch. Bye Bye Bowl was pretty heavily wind crusted; the snow was OK but challenging. In the afternoon, it socked in pretty well, with clouds at the top of Divide, and very flat light.



It was Avalanche Awareness Day. To start off with a bang, they did just that, bombing the North Cornice just to the right of the entrance to Delirium Dive. The cornice didn't go, but the avalanche was good anyway. Here's a series of shots; note the smoke on the ridge, which is the bomb going off, and the resulting waterfalls of snow.






There were snow plots with carved out sections showing the strong & weak layers, beacon demos, and a very interesting demo of the "new and improved" team shoveling technique to dig someone out. And there were puppies.




The dog in the photos is not only an avi rescue dog, he also is trained to sniff out 6 kinds of drugs and has a part time job with the RCMP. And he's a sweetie.

I was by myself today; KC was off on some kind of management retreat thingee. So the vert was high. So high, in fact, that it's the 4th highest vert day I have had since keeping records. I still don't know how I managed 15,430 m on April 1, 2001. That's a record I suspect will never be broken.

Monday, 4 January 2010

Ski Day 7: Dead in the Clouds

Vert: 9,250 m YTD Cum Vert: 69,000 m
Runs: 14 YTD Cum Runs: 114

A minor dusting overnight relative to the last 2 powder days; they said 7 cm and I would agree. Trouble is, 7 cm wasn't enough to do much. So I didn't find any powder stashes, but then due to my tired legs, I didn't look hard. And we had very tired legs. For instance, we wanted to do something easy on the first run. The board said Rolling Thunder was groomed, so we tried it. Not groomed. Not easy. By the end of just the first run, things hurt.

The weather kinda sucked all day, too.



It was mostly overcast with low to moderate wind, -4° to -8°, with light snow on and off, and from Goat's Eye, it looked like cloudbase was around the top of Angel, with the top of Standish shrouded, too.




Certainly the top of the Dive was cloudy most of the day, and they launched more than a half dozen avi bombs into it before opening it. There's something inherently disconcerting about having an avi bomb go off "nearby". Scares the heck out of me each time.

Due to what looked like patchy viz up in the Village and on Divide, we decided to stay on Goat's Eye for the day, where the viz stayed generally OK. Crowd was way down from yesterday; neither the A nor B lots were full, so there was never a line at Goat's Eye all day. The net result of this was that our legs were totally jello by 1 PM, so we decided to head down for lunch then head home.

Point of interest: We had 34 ski days and over 1,000,000 vertical feet last year for the whole season. At this point in this season, we have more vert than we had last season in mid February. We have skied 20% of the total number of days, and already covered 225,000 vertical feet. Methinks we will break last season's numbers handily.

Ouch.

Saturday, 2 January 2010

Ski Day 6: POW-DER!

Vert: 10,065 m YTD Cum Vert: 59,750 m
Runs: 17 YTD Cum Runs: 100

And the snow just kept on coming, with another 11 cm overnight. We were up early enough to catch first tracks on a bunch of runs, including Silver Scapegoat-Bronze Freefall, Gladerunner, Wildfire & the Goat Chicken Glades...



There was boot top or better on the groomed stuff, and knee deep stashes were to be had in the Glades on Upper Goat's Eye near Gold Scapegoat, which KC liked so much she did twice. There were warm temps (-4° or so for most of the day) but a moderate breeze made it feel much colder. The viz was fine for the morning...



...but it started socking in after lunch with cloudbases down to below the top of Angel and light snow. Skiing anything off Divide in the PM was an exercise in braille.

And it was busy, with cars parked 5.6 km past the gate.



This probably explains why anything that was easily accessed was skied out by noon -- including us. After 8 deep powder runs, we were almost toast.

Friday, 1 January 2010

Ski Day 5: Another Happy New Year

Vert: 9,320 m YTD Cum Vert: 49,685 m
Runs: 16 YTD Cum Runs: 83

Sunshine reported 7 cm overnight and 14 cm in 2 days, and we had pretty good expectations, but the amount of fresh snow was a function of where you were. On Goat's Eye, there was probably only 5 cm fresh overnight, and another 5 the previous day. Still, some of our favourite conditions are fresh snow on groomed stuff, and we found that on Scapegoat and even Gladerunner, which we did from top to bottom.




We also had fun in the Goat Chicken Glades. It always impresses KC that she can ski this type of stuff (big moguls in the trees).



But the deepest snow we found was in the Paris Basin where it was easily boot top to knee deep (pardon the gloved finger in front of the lens).



However, in the AM, on a run down Gladerunner, suddenly my pole felt funny. About 15 cm of it had snapped off, including the basket. So the first problem was doing a mogul run without poles (at one point, I planted and the pole sank almost to the grip). The second was getting a replacement. Did you know it costs $9 a day to rent a $25 pole? Highway robbery. I know where there's one sitting in a tree, too.

The temp was fine, at -8° to start the day and -4° in mid afternoon. The morning was actually fairly good light with splashes of sun, though the top of Divide looked socked in. But the clouds got thicker in the PM, and the viz deteriorated. By 1:30, even the top of Standish was a white out, and the wind picked up, too, making it kinda chilly. The afternoon saw light snow everywhere, though as usual, the viz was better and snow lighter on the Goat's Eye side.



What was strange was our inability to find the crowd that was there. Cars were 0.5 km past the gate, but we rarely ran into lift lines. No one was skiing Divide's fog in the afternoon, and all the village chair lines were short or nonexistent. I thought everyone would be over at the Goat for the better viz, but while it was busy, no lines there, either. Go figure.

However, the lousy viz and the frequent big wind caused us to bail early. We were on our way out and noticed the good viz on Goat's Eye, so grabbed a couple of runs, but found it too busy for our tastes. We admit it. We're spoiled, and season's passes will do that to you.

PS: We spent the day singing "Another Happy New Year" by Spirit of the West". If you don't have the track, get it.

Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Birds and Snowshoeing in DMF

On the 28th, it took until almost noon to pry my kid's butt out of bed, University students are like that. In the meanwhile, I sat in the dining room looking out the window at the birds at our suet feeder and awaiting their turn at the 25 lbs of bird seed put out by my neighbour. The typical guests showed up, chickadees and pine grosbeaks...





...but we also had woodpeckers, both Hairy (which I didn't get any shots of) and Downy.





After Chesley got up, we went out snowshoeing. It was a perfect day for it, -6° when we set out. We hadn't gotten 100 yards from the condo when we spied two coyotes. Pardon the 2nd shot, as the cold was making it tough for me to focus.




We saw lots of tracks, including elk, deer, coyote, bobcat, hare, squirrel, mice/vole, and my fave, lynx.



I like lynx tracks because you can see their toe pads, but they're surrounded by their huge foot fur, looking like a snowshoe.

We were bush bashing and ran across a hunter's blind in the middle of what is supposed to be a wildlife corridor.



That makes at least 3 blinds that I have found back in the woods.

We ended our exploration with a wander along the rough path that leads along the Bow River.




It was indeed a nice way to spend a day with my daughter.

Ski Day 4: And The Crowds Came

Vert: 9,705 m YTD Cum Vert: 40,365 m
Runs: 15 YTD Cum Runs: 67

Finally, after 2 quiet days, the crowds showed up on December 27th and cars were parked 2.1 km past the gate at the end of B lot, which is more than the number of cars on the 25th & 26th combined. All those folks were treated to another nice sunny day, just like yesterday, but a bit warmer with +4° at Divide base in early afternoon. However, with a light breeze and some wispy high clouds, it didn't feel as warm as yesterday.

Yesterday's temps and sun resulted in snow that had in places been through a freeze-thaw cycle, such as Upper Freefall, Bye Bye Bowl, South 205 and Angel Flight, which made for very choppy turns until the sun got back on them for an hour or so. Runs that had stayed shady (like OS Pitch) were unaffected. Untracked powder was hard to find, with more and more folks venturing outside the fence, especially at Cat Track Corner and Peyto Pass.



We bailed early, as stuff was getting tracked out, plus we had Chesley showing up for dinner. So we fell just a few feet short of skiing 100,000 vertical feet in 3 days, and our legs told us about every foot of it.

Saturday, 26 December 2009

Ski Day 3: Where is everyone? It's spring!

Vert: 10,520 m YTD Cum Vert: 30,660 m
Runs: 16 YTD Cum Runs: 52

The anticipated crowds didn't materialize for what turned out to be a perfect day more reminiscent of early spring than December. It was only -8° at Goat's Eye base at 9 AM, and +1° at Divide base mid afternoon under yet another brilliant blue sky day with warm sunshine that softened the snow and made for easily carved turns.





Yesterday's inversion was still present, and despite warm temps up top, it was still a brisk -12° in the parking lot at noon. Not much change from yesterday's snow conditions; they did, however, open Assiniboine Trail which, while a green run, gave access to really nice soft turns in boot top powder.



But hardly anyone was there to enjoy this, except us. KC in particular was in heavy "fun" mode...



The crowd was about the same as yesterday - virtually nonexistent - making the longest line we stood in about 90 seconds.

Friday, 25 December 2009

Ski Day 2: A Bluebird Christmas Day

Day 2: Vert 10,110 m YTD Cum Vert: 20,030
Runs: 19 YTD Cum Runs: 36

At 9 AM in the parking lot at -18°, it was tough to believe the forecast high of -5°. But it was blue sky and sunny, and stranger things have happened. Well, thanks to an inversion, it was -15° at Goat's Eye Base and -7° at the top on our first run. Huh.

This time of the year, it's still almost dark on Goat's Eye until the sun rises over The Eagles around 10:00 AM. But that still means that the views to the northwest are pretty spectacular.



There were really few fresh tracks to find today, and the snow on Goat's Eye seemed harder than the rest of the mountain for some reason. Still, we had fun cruising the groomers (especially Rolling Thunder) till moving up into the sunshine on the rest of the mountain at 11 AM.



As you can see, there was no one at Sunshine today. But Santas were everywhere. I saw at least 4.




The afternoon temp hovered around -4° at the base of Divide, making for a great day. We had fun in on the OS Pitch (a run I never knew had a name) and of course in the Bye Bye Bowl.

I'm betting tomorrow will be a zoo.

Monday, 21 December 2009

Thoughts on Graffiti

There is rhythm to many parts of life, and I’m in a rhythm these days. In an eerily periodic timeline, bozos spray graffiti on the Centre Street Bridge. I call the City. The city paints it out. Then the bozos do it again, and the cycle repeats. We’re on a 2 week rhythm in the summer, which slows to a 4 week or longer cycle in the winter; I guess graffiti goons don’t like the cold (that, or their spray cans and bingo markers freeze up).

A while ago, there were some articles in the Calgary Herald about how “graffiti is art,” and I believe that’s possible. Take for instance, the graffiti wall on the side of the Crescent Grocery at Edmonton Trail and 7th. That’s art, and though not my thing, clearly well done art. Painting a wall for hire is art. Spraying crap on a bridge or a rail car is vandalism, not art, no matter how well it’s done. Here’s a simple rule of thumb: unless someone asked them to paint it, it’s a crime.

The Herald article talked of visiting graffiti “artists” painting their crap on walls around the City’s dirt storage sites. One day, someone will tell me what those fenced-off storage sites are for; there’s one off Memorial on the west side of Centre Street, another at Memorial & Crowchild, and another used to be across from the Drop In Centre. Perhaps they’re the City’s way of offering wall space for graffiti artists to deface. But that’s vandalism, not art. Writing crap on the railings of the stairs in Rotary Park, isn’t art, its defacing property, and is a crime. Anyone who says otherwise is likely one of the brain-dead idiots doing the crap in the first place, trying to justify their stupidity. You want to paint on something? Buy canvas like everyone else. Then sell it if it’s so good.

Here’s one thing I know to be true about graffiti: graffiti breeds more graffiti. There used to be a practice backboard behind the Mount Pleasant Tennis Club in Rotary Park. From about 1981 (when I first started passing it daily) to about 2000, it sat forlornly, hardly used and its paint peeling. Then the graffiti goofballs started “decorating” it with crap; some of it well done, but all of it illegally defacing the property. One day, one tag would show up; a scrawly, messy splotch of pointless black. A few days later, a second one would show up, in a different colour, sometimes over the first. Within a few more days, more and more tags, then some “art”, and pretty soon the board would be covered. The tennis club would paint it over, and in a few weeks, the cycle would start again. Just like my bridge. The club appears to have wearied of this cycle, so they tore the backboard down. Stupid paintheads made solo tennis practice impossible. Who said graffiti has no real cost.

I’ve been told (and I have no idea if it’s true) that a lot of the tags – especially those on the bridge – are the work of “gangs,” marking their territory (given that wolves and other pack animals mark their territory by urinating on things, perhaps we should be thankful that there aren’t groups of dumb jerks peeing everywhere, though I wouldn’t put it past them). However, when the tags stay, “turf wars” spring up between rival gangs. When the tags are painted out within days of appearing, no turf war starts, so the cycle takes longer and my bridge stays cleaner. While this explanation makes sense to me, I wish someone with some authority would tell me if it’s factually correct or just an urban myth that is being propagated.

Whether the story is true or not, I’ve noticed the outcome works: paint the crap out fast, and less crap appears. No tag, no turf war. No “art”, no belief that the next twit can stand there for several hours creating more “art”. So, dear reader, there’s a way you can help your community, no matter where on the planet you may be. If you see the crap show up, get it removed. In Calgary, call 3-1-1 and file a graffiti report the second you see it. They will ask if it is on City or private property. The City is very responsive when crap shows up on their turf; typically, in summer, they’re painting it out within 2 days of my complaints. In the winter, they’re a little slower (as are the criminal dorks that tag it in the first place), but they get to it. I don’t know what happens if it’s on private property; I suspect they issue a clean up order to the property owner, and if they don’t do anything about it, the City does it for them and bills them. It’s painful to see innocent property owners punished for this, but the choice is that or having crap all over the place.

I don’t know why the last 7 years has seen an explosion in the amount of graffiti in the city, but it has. No one ever used to tag the bridge. Except for the numbskull who signs “Trikone” (is he trying to say “tri-cone” or “trick-one”? Or is he just an idiot who can’t spell?) who has been around for years, most of this stuff is new. It makes me wonder if the average IQ in the city has dropped with the increase in population.

A few years back I actually saw a miscreant do graffiti. I was stuck in Saturday traffic on MacLeod Trail near the Elbow River Bridge. This 20-something was wandering along the median grass, and stopped at one of the light standards. He put down his backpack, pulled out a spray can, and scrawled his illegible mark on the post. In broad daylight. At 2 PM. In front of 100+ stationary cars. Then he calmly put the can back in his backpack, and peacefully sauntered off, knowing fully well his crime would go unpunished.

On the bright side, at least he didn’t drop his pants and pee on the post.

Today I have a camera phone, and that’s about the only use I could think for a camera in a phone: to get a criminal locked up. I used to think of graffiti only being done in darkened back alleys where other criminals like to hide out, but it appears to have switched to a crime popular to execute at midday.

I’m preaching to the converted. No one who reads this paints graffiti, and the reason I know this is simple: you can read. And I’m hoping that reading this will cause you to join my current “army of one” to dial 3-1-1 whenever our bridge, our park, or anything else in our community is defaced.