After some great backcountry and good days at CB resort this past weekend and week, Frank and I are taking a little road trip to Silverton. We are planning on hitting some backcountry terrain Thursday and checking out the resort on Friday- assuming we can get reservations (their website says the date is currently sold out). Hopefully we’ll have some good pics for a nice TR when we return!
This year, I’ve done a lot of skinning up Crested Butte ski resort. I am extremely lucky to live across the street from this ski area, which I can call my playground. I’m also thankful that they allow people to skin up their slopes before 9 am and after 4:30 pm everyday. This has become my favorite form of easy winter aerobic exercise, free of worries of avalanche danger. Plus it has it’s social benefits, as I usually can recruit my friends Sydney or Heather to join me. Skinning up the mountain has allowed me to see several fantastic sunrises, and plenty of colorful sunsets, which I otherwise would have missed.
On Friday night, Heather and I headed out for our ritual skin. The full moon decided to join us and was glorious.
Everyday I’m in awe of where I live. I love it here in Crested Butte
Australis: An Antarctic Ski Odyssey, created by Granite Films, tells the story of a journey to Antarctica taken last November and December by Chris Davenport, Stian Hagen, and Andrea Binning. The trailer sets the mood for adventure, exploration, and humbling experiences. True to 14erskier’s style, I can’t wait to see this movie in full upon it’s release in Summer, 2010.
Everyone was smiling today. CBMR announced that the North Face lift was to open today at noon, allowing access to the Glades, Last Steep, Hawk’s Nest, and Sock-it-to-me Ridge, among many other things. Most locals arrived before noon, skiing the lines they’ve been skiing for over a month. It was like a ritualistic good-bye- most locals won’t touch these lines again until next season, once the steeps are open. Some locals chose to stand in line for the North Face chair for hours on end, braving the blustery wind, blasting snow, and bitter cold.
Knowing that CBMR typically only allows every-other T-bar to be loaded on the North Face during openings like this, we opted for a different route. You can hike and traverse across the Glades. Sure, you end up about a couple hundred feet below where the T-bar takes you. But, the line was over an hour long, and frankly, those few hundred extra feet are not worth the hour wait.
In just 3 hours, my friend Sonya and I managed 6 laps on the North Face steeps. Fresh, thick, deep powder caked on beautiful steeps. It doesn’t get much better than this.
North Face t-bar, seen from the top of Paradise. A line out the corrals means over an hour wait, especially when only every-other chair is being loaded.
I stared this cliff hard in the face- scene of where I tore my ACL last February.
Sonya and I enjoying the day.
Entering Sock-it-to-me-ridge.
Sonya making her way down Sock-it-to-me proper.
I love Sock-it-to-me. Always one of my favorites!
Me speeding down Old Pro.
A little bit more of the goods!
Conditions were right, company was great, and feeling like I’m really “back” at it after last year’s season-ending injury. It was my best day I’ve had at a ski resort in two years. I can’t ask for much more than that
Looks like CBMR will finally be opening some of the resort’s steep terrain- the terrain which I love and live for. The few inches of snow we’ve accumulated every day since Thursday amounts to about two feet- just what the resort needed to start getting some stuff open!
From CBMR’s Facebook page yesterday:The North Face T-Bar and following areas will open tomorrow at 12:00pm: Tower 11 Chutes, Avery, Belleview, Rachel’s, The Glades, The Glades Hike, Powder Rock Glade, Pinball, The North Face, Hawk’s Nest, Hard Slab, Old Pro, Sock-It-To-Me-Ridge and Last Steep. On Monday the High Lift T-Bar will open at the normal time with the following terrain: Big Chute, Paradise Cliffs, Headwall, Schofield and Upper North Star.
No work on front-side chutes, Teocalli, or Phoenix/Spellbound, but I suspect some of these will be opening later this week or next weekend!
As many of you know, I tore my ACL last year, had surgery and all that jazz. It’s doing fine. I went to PhysioTherapy Associates in Crested Butte for my physical therapy. This particular clinic is not in-network with my Aetna health insurance plan. So, I was given a self-pay rate.
However, when it came time to fit me for a knee brace, I wanted to make sure it was covered. Basically, after having two surgeries in one year, I met all of my in-network deductibles and coinsurance. However, I did not meet my out-of-network deductibles. Aetna DOES cover knee braces for post ACL surgery. But, I was anal and made sure to go through all the proper measures to make sure it was covered. CB Physio Therapy got a pre-authorization number, saying it will be covered. Then, I went down to the PhysioTherapy clinic in Gunnison to be fitted for the brace- I went there because that clinic is in-network, where the CB clinic is not.
A month later, I get a bill from PhysioTherapy saying that my bill for my brace is $1000- when it should have been fully covered- I was not supposed to have paid anything after having met all my deductibles and coinsurance. At first, Physio blamed my insurance company, saying that Aetna couldn’t distinguish between clinics because they all had the same Tax ID #. Well, a call to the right people at Aetna said that Physio had put down the wrong provider ID #. So, I called Physio and told them to resubmit the claim with the correct provider ID #.
Well, my initial knee brace fitting was on July 29, 2009. Here it is, January, and I still don’t have this straightened out. Physio has said they resubmitted claims on 9/16, 11/23 and 12/18. But, Aetna says that they have not resubmitted anything. Honestly, I believe Aetna more that Physio as several of my local Crested Butte friends have had serious billing issues with Physio- and have been lied to. I feel like Physio is lying to me. This is further substantiated by the fact that Physio fails to produce copies of the claims they are sending Aetna to me. I have requested copies of these claims 4 times. I have spoken to the same representatives and also some different representatives (I do know their names)- none producing any proof that claims have actually been sent. Originally, I wanted copies so I could have a better conversation with my insurance company- and even send the copies to them with delivery confirmation for proof that they have actually received the resubmissions. But, now, I want copies just for proof that they’ve done anything at all.
When I call the person in charge at Physio in CB, she simply says the same thing everytime- “Oh, don’t worry. You won’t pay for your brace. We have a preauthorization number.” Despite what I describe to her about the difficulties I’ve been having with Physio headquarters, she does little to help me. She simply thinks it’s not an issue. My brace will be covered.
But, I have been told that if I do not have this issue resolved by 6 months after the original submission, I will not be able to resubmit anymore claims to my insurance company. This is supposedly a standard for insurance companies? Is that true? If so, this date will be on January 29th.
So, what are my legal rights here?
Honestly, I’m pretty much pissed off at Physio beyond belief. Not only did they screw up by placing the wrong provider ID number on the paper work, they have failed to step up to their responsibilities. I have spent countless hours on the phone, trying to correct a mistake they THEY made in the first place. They have done nothing to help me except talk on the phone and make promises that don’t manifest themselves. I feel like I’m talking to some dip-shit sly business guy or something.
Any advice would be deeply appreciated. And BTW, don’t go to Physio Therapy.
Last week’s high pressure worked to stabilize our thin snowpack, but did little to improve the condition of the snow from a skiing stand-point. With a couple of friends visiting from Denver, we decided to go on a fun day of slogging. If the snow is less than desirable for skiing, why not just go on an adventure?
We headed out early in the morning, from the Gothic Rd winter closure: Jarrett, Adam, Hillary, Jeff, Frank, and I.
Skinning, with the mountain we would climb behind.
Jarrett and Adam.
Jeff, Hillary, and Jarrett with the ski area and Whetstone behind.
Heading up the ridge.
This looks like a fun line to ski in more snow.
East face of Gothic.
The middle part of the ridge was steep and icy- a bit treacherous. But we all made it to our rendezvous point.
Jeff and me.
We continued up the ridge until we got to this- Queen Basin.
Hillary approaching the crest of the ridge.
From there, we decided to split our group of six figuring it was safer to have two groups of three ski separate couloirs down to the basin’s bottom.
Adam, Jeff, and Hillary opted to drop into the first chute that came across our path. Adam (photos by Jeff)
Hillary.
Jarrett, Frank, and I headed along the ridge, searching for a different line. We spotted some ptarmigans along the way.
Frank and Jarrett.
Me.
Finally, we dropped in. Frank lead the way.
My turn.
Jarrett.
Hillary and Adam captured it best (photo by Jeff).
The basin bottom had some flat, but good skiing- recycled powder.
One more look at Queen Basin before entering the trees.
After traversing skiers left for awhile we found a nice opening to ski. Adam.
Me.
We made our way down to the Copper Creek / East Maroon Pass trail and followed that back to the town of Gothic. From there, we slogged up Gothic road back to the trailhead.
4000 + vert, 8 hours of adventure. Good day, good group, good times, good slog. That pretty much sums it up
Three Cups of Tea is an amazing story that every American should read. This book not only tells a thrilling story, chapter after chapter, but also is a history lesson in modern events, and seeks to dispel stereotypes of of Islamic culture.
The story begins in 1993, with Greg Mortenson’s expedition to climb K2 in Pakistan. His summit attempt was not successful. Worn from too many days at high altitude and feeling disheartened from his failed summit attempt, Mortenson missed a crucial turn in the trail while heading down the Braldu Valley toward Askole. Little did he know that his wrong turn would forever change his life.
Mortenson wandered into the tiny village of Korphe where he found a peace that he had long forgotten. In the village leader, Haji Ali, Mortenson found both a friend and a mentor. Slowly, Mortenson awoke from his dazed state and one day asked to see the village school. The next day, Haji Ali guided Mortenson to the village school. Mortenson was awestruck when he saw 78 boys and 4 girls kneeling on the open ground, working on their studies without the help or guidance of a teacher. “I’m going to build you a school,” Mortenson said to Haji Ali. And Mortenson was a man of his words.
I don’t think Mortenson really knew what he was getting into when he made this promise. He headed back to the US with the goal of finding a way to fund a school in Korphe. He sold his car, lived sparingly, and worked extra hours to save money for this project. He wrote several hundred letters, most without the use of a computer, but did not have adequate funding. Mortenson’s dream would not have been realized without the help of Jean Hoerni, a Swiss-born physicist and mountaineer enthusiast, who would become Mortenson’s benefactor.
Mortenson returned to Pakistan to build the school in Korphe, thinking he would be able to build it before winter. But, nothing is ever easy in Pakistan. Bridges needed to be built first, and men needed to work so they could live through the winter. Along the way, Mortenson realized that Korphe was not the only village in the Braldu Valley that needed a school, as other villagers begged him to build his school elsewhere. While laying the foundations of the Korphe school, Mortenson laid the foundations for the rest of his life’s work.
Through trip after trip to Pakistan, Mortenson expanded his contacts and his influence. “Dr. Greg” became known up and down the Braldu valley and beyond. Through Mortenson grew the CAI, Central Asia Institute, a non-profit organization that helped fund and oversee Mortenson’s projects. Mortenson began overseeing projects everywhere, from schools to women’s centers to aiding refugee camps. Between trips, Mortenson managed to marry Tara Bishop, and have two children. The book dialogues Mortenson’s highs and lows, successes and failures, and emphasizes how Mortenson’s success stemmed from his close-knit bunch of supporters, both in the US and Pakistan. Three Cups of Tea follows Mortenson through a Taliban kidnapping, events leading up to 9/11, the reporter-circus that followed, the US invasion of Afghanistan, and a CIA interrogation.
Though Mortenson began originally began building his schools because he believed that every child should have an education, he quickly realized the political need for such schools. At the same time, Islamic fundamentalists were building wahhabi madrassas which “targeted the impoverished students the public system failed. By offering free room and board and building schools in areas where non existed, madrassas provided millions of Pakistan’s parents with their only opportunity to education their children.” Unfortunately, some of these madrassas taught jihad and it is estimated that more than eighty thousand of these students became Taliban recruits.
Mortenson saw the need to provide a more neutral education, and education especially for women. “If the girls can just get to a fifth-grade level,” Mortenson says, “everything changes.” He continues, “Once you educate the boys, they tend to leave the villages and go search for work in the cities. But the girls stay home, become leaders in their community and pass on what they’ve learned. If you really want to change a culture…. the answer is to educate girls.”
Three Cups of Tea continuously tells story after story revealing the difficulties villagers had to face just to obtain a simple education- something American students too often take for granted. One of the most compelling stories is that of Aslam. When Aslam was only eight years old, his father woke him early one day. They walked two days to the end of their trail where Aslam’s father handed him two coins and said when “you get to the town of Khaplus, you will find a school. Give the Sahib who runs the school these coins to pay for your education.” Aslam’s father then pushed Aslam into the river. Not able to swim, Alsam floated down the river, in tears, to his new life.
Three Cups of Tea also provides an interesting insight into Islamic culture. Mortenson learns to pray like a Muslim, and through countless interactions, learns the ways of the culture. Though a patriarchal society, this culture dues not support suppression or abuse of women. American views of Islamic religion are poisoned by the images of Taliban oppression and abuse. But, the majority of Muslims are not so extreme. The book tries to dismiss American stereotypes of Muslims, and portrays them for what most of them are- kind and caring individuals, who care for their family, friends and neighbors, perhaps more than most Americans.
Aside from educating about the Muslim culture, Three Cups of Tea also tells a modern history lesson. Through the escalation of wahhabi madrassas, Mortenson could basically see the growth of the Taliban and the anti-Western sentiments that grew with them. Only something big could come from such a hatred-mentality where martyrs are heroes. After 9/11, Mortenson shifted some of his efforts to Afghanistan. A war supporter at first, Mortenson changed his mind when he realized that the US invasion was killing thousands and thousands of innocent civilians. Mortenson’s friend Bashir exclaims, “People like me are America’s best friends in the region. I’m a moderate Muslim, an educated man. But, watching this, even I could become jihadi. How can Americans say they are making themselves safer?” He goes on to say, “You have to attack the source of your enemy. In America’s case, that’s not Osama Bin Laden or Saddam or anyone else. The enemy is ignorance. The only way to defeat it is to rebuild relationships with these people….. Otherwise the fight will go on forever.”
Mortenson’s reputation preceded him, across borders, mountains, and languages. Mortenson was originally drawn into Afghanistan by a band of Kirghiz horseman that rode over the mountains to seek Mortenson in Zuudkhan. They too, wanted a school for their children. Shortly after, Mortenson found himself in Afghanistan, talking to teachers who haven’t been paid in months, desperate for any book other than the Koran, all of which had been banned by the Taliban. A year after the initial US invasion, Mortenson conversed with the Afghan King Shah, who stated, ” We don’t see many Americans in Afghanistan anymore. A year ago this plane would have been full of journalists and workers. But now they are all in Iraq. America has forgotten us. Again.” Mortenson speculated that only a third of the money that America promised had made it’s way to Afghanistan.
Determined not to allow American to make the same mistake it made by abandoning Afghanistan after the Soviets pulled out, Mortenson began his own version of “Charlie Wilson’s War”. Mortenson found himself braving several life-threatening events to make his way to rural Baharak, to build a school for the Karghiz nomads. Upon his arrival, he immediately wins the support of Sadhar Khan, the leader of the region, who states, “There has been far too much dying in these hills. Every rock, every boulder that you see before you is one of my mujahadeen, shahids, martyrs, who sacrificed their lives fighting the Russians and the Taliban. Now we must make their sacrifices worthwhile. We must turn these stones into schools.”
Mortenson’s message reads loud an clear. War is not solved by killing, but by educating. I believe the education needs to happen on both sides. Not only do the poor villagers of Afghanistan and Pakistan need to be schooled, but we as Americans need a lesson. If we strive to understand Islamic culture, perhaps we can break the band of hatred that surrounds us. Perhaps we can achieve peace through understanding, one cup of tea at a time.
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Mortenson has recently written a new book about his more recent achievements, titled Stones Into Schools. I am looking forward to reading this book soon!
Stopping by Skis on a Snowy Day
by Brittany Walker
Whose skis these are I think I know
He’s sitting in the ski lodge though
He will not see me stopping here
While these slopes fill up with snow.
The tourists there must think me weird
To not rest in the warm lodge here
I’d rather ski than eat my lunch
This record snow day of the year.
I give my little head a shake
Those inside made a big mistake
For powder days are meant to ski
I love to taste each bright snowflake.
The snow is lovely, light, and deep
Though I would like to stop and eat
I’ve miles to ski in the backcountry
And miles to ski before I sleep.
A parody based off of:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Carbon Peak is one of those mountains that’s on the “other” side. As a crow flies, it’s only a few minutes away. But, driving entails a near journey all the way back to Gunnison and back, just to reach the trailhead. Carbon is one of those peaks that sticks out like a sore thumb from Gunnison. But, is barely noticeable from Crested Butte, stuck in the shadow of Whetstone. Nevertheless, we sought out new backcountry territory on Saturday. And what a good day it was!