Month: December 2008

Plethora of avalanches

Posted by – December 30, 2008

Avalanches have been a hot topic this month. I can’t stop thinking about them. It’s not because I’m obsessed with avalanches or something. It’s because avalanches have been all over. The news on television, newspapers, the Internet, Internet forums… avalanches are all over the country and this year there seem to be more avalanches than ever.

The bad vibes started with two in-bounds avalanches: one in Vail which buried a skier, but he was recovered 2) The other was an in-bounds avalanche at Snowbird which buried and killed a skier. This was followed by another in-bounds avalanche and death at Squaw, then yet another in Jackson Hole. People expect to hear about avalanche deaths here and there in the winter. But, these deaths usually happen somewhere in the backcountry- or even on a road. Since when did post-controlled, open-to-the-public ski slopes at ski areas become such an avalanche risk? In-bounds avalanches like this have happened on rare occasion, but to have FOUR of them happen in a season, let alone in the same month, is completely insane. This is a sign about the season’s snowpack. It’s shaping up to be very unstable, not only for Colorado, but for much of the nation.

In-bounds avalanches like this are making the Crested Butte ski patrol work even harder. They are bombing like mad. They are ski cutting, bringing out the bootpackers, and doing what they can to open up the terrain that Crested Butte has come to be known for. But, with avalanches at ski areas all over the country, Crested Butte doesn’t want to become one of the growing statistics. So, closed these slopes remain, and I fear they will remain closed for a long time this season. Still, I do commend the CB ski patrol for their hard work, trying to keep our slopes safe to ski. Hopefully, we will ski these slopes soon.

Jackson Hole was hit another blow yesterday when the ski patrol was doing control work. They triggered a gigantic slide which buried some ski patrollers and went through the wall of the ski lodge below. The snow went through the lodge, forcing tables and chairs to go through the windows on the other side. Jackson Hole has announced that all patrollers and workers in the area are fine, thankfully. Here’s some pictures of the scene below:

Taken from a web cam:

Inside the ski lodge

Above pictures obtained from posters on TGR Forums. Please also check out jhunderground.com for more information.

I won’t begin to talk about all of the avalanches and resulting deaths that have happened in the backcountry. There’s already too many for me to mention here. But I do want to focus on one avalanche that has caught my attention because it’s been all over the media this past week- an avalanche on Gravel Mountain caused by 3 snowmobilers, resulting in two of them dying. These snowmobilers were “high-marking’ (a practice that is known to cause avalanches) on a slope that is known to avalanche every year. They were doing this when the CAIC reported the avalanche danger to be high (likely to avalanche naturally) and considerable (human-triggered avalanches likely). The news article says the snomobilers were “well-versed in snow conditions”, yet none of them had beacons, shovels or probes. Following this, a few days later, the TV media interviewed the wife of Kopp (one of the victims), she said something to the effect of, “It was just an accident. There is no way something like this could have been prevented.” Is this really how the public feels? What part of high-marking on a known slide path on a high avy danger day without avy gear makes it sound like an accident?

With this last scenario in mind, it has become evident to me that the general public has no clue about avalanches and avalanche danger. Unfortunately, many of the general public can find themselves in avy terrain, be it skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing, climbing, or snowmobiling. As more and more people venture this way, we need to educate them. We at least need to educate them not to be out in avy terrain on days rated High or Considerable. But, I don’t know how to educate these people.

One company, Rocky Mountain Sherpas, is doing their part in trying to bring avalanche education to the public by releasing a movie called The Fine Line. You can view the teaser here: http://rockymountainsherpas.com/ftp/FineLine_Teaser1.mov
Frank and I have both seen most of this movie during the CBAC avalanche awareness presentation earlier this month and the movie is quite good.

With this plethora of avalanches this month, I’m officially “avalanched-out”. I want people to be safe. I want the snow to stabilize. I want to be able to enjoy the backcountry. And I want to enjoy my playground at the ski area. Here’s to hoping the New Year will bring us better luck!

Book Review: Doc Susie

Posted by – December 26, 2008

Book Review: Doc Susie

Author: Virginia Cornell

Year: 1991

Doc Susie is the biography of Susan Anderson, who was a physician in the Fraser Valley of Colorado. If you have ever seen the TV show, Doctor Quinn, Medicine Woman, then this story will be familiar to you. Many say that Doctor Quinn’s character was largely based on Doc Anderson.

The biography covers most of Doc Anderson’s life, from her childhood in Indiana through her elderly years in Fraser. Doc Anderson was born in Indiana. In some strange circumstances, Susan’s dad and mom divorced, resulting in Susan moving with her brother and father to Wichita. They homesteaded there, but heard the call of the gold rush and ended up in the mining town of Cripple Creek, Colorado. Susan was a fine student, and ended up going to school with her brother in the Midwest to eventually become a doctor. At the time, female doctors were not that rare. In the late 1800’s doctor’s wages were relatively poor and training was not nearly as detailed as it is today. In fact, about 25% of Susan’s medical class was female.

After medical school, Doc Susie returned to Cripple Creek. She established a practice there. She met a man, whom she became engaged to, but in a strange set of events, he left her just before the marriage. Records are not clear what happened, or who this man even was, but evidence suggests that Susan’s father had a hand in making this man leave. Shortly after, Susan’s brother John became sick with pneumonia and died. After so much devastation and with rising tensions between her and her father, Susan decided to leave Cripple Creek and began practicing medicine on the Front Range.

During her training to become a doctor, Susan had to spend hours and hours at hospitals, often working through the night. As a result, she developed tuberculosis. This condition worsened as she practiced medicine on the Front Range. Unfortunately, Susan was practicing as a nurse and not a doctor. The training for doctors had suddenly changed with developing technology and medicine. Female doctors were no longer common and Susan’s training seemed inadequate. Susan’s employers ran her ragged as a nurse. Finally, her tuberculosis became so bad she had to make a choice: leave to regain health or die.

Susan chose to move to Fraser Valley to heal herself. After resting for a long period of time, Susan began working at a store. Being a small town, rumors carried, and people knew that Susan had at one time been a doctor. But, Susan kept that part of her life a secret until one day a man came storming into the store, begging her to “save Dave”. Little did she know that her first patient, Dave, was actually a horse! Nevertheless, she saved the horse and people in the community began to call on her as a doctor. The book continues to cover, chapter by chapter, stories of Doc Anderson helping people and saving people’s lives throughout the Fraser Valley. Many times Doc Susie’s patients could barely even pay her money. Nevertheless, Doc Susie chose to save lives, and take from her patients only what they could give.

Doc Suzie had a huge impact on the community of Fraser, and in some instances the community showed their appreciation. In one specific case, the community came together to build her a house. The railroad bigwigs came by one day and informed Doc Susie that her house was on land owned by the railroad company. People from the community heard about this and helped Doc Susie obtain land. Another person donated a barn and lumberjacks disassembled the barn and reconstructed it on Doc Susie’s new piece of land.

The book covers details of what life was like in the Fraser Valley at the time. From the frigid climate to the lonely lumberjacks, historical details were detailed and well-researched by the author. In reading this book, skiers today will understand the origin of many of the names at the present day Winter Park ski area, since several of them are based on old railroad terms.

Perhaps the most interested details in the book was the evolution of the railroad itself and Doc Susie’s part in it. Doc Susie began living in Fraser when the railroad passed over the dangerous Rollin’s Pass. This pass was known to be treacherous, and sometimes trains could be delayed for days. Sometimes Doc had to use the railroad to escort patients to Denver for medical procedures she could not do herself. Doc Susie even became a railroad doctor for a short time. Eventually, Doc Susie became the county Coroner. During this time, the Moffat Tunnel was being built. This tunnel would allow trains to go under Rollins Pass, thus avoiding the Divide and treacherous conditions that come with it, allowing trains to be more reliable and timely. The railroad hired thousands of workers, many of which lived in a temporary community at the entrances of the tunnel. Accidents happened to the workers while building this tunnel and, as coroner, Doc Susie was responsible for investigating any deaths. In one particular case, 6 people died in one tragic explosion.

Fraser Valley residents debated what the building of the tunnel would do to the economy of the valley. Some thought the ease of transportation would help Fraser, others thought otherwise. Doc Susie was always of the mind that Moffat tunnel would be detrimental to Fraser. Railroad politics quickly became evident as the tunnel was being built. Opening ceremonies were happening on the East Portal, but most of the railroad workers lived on the West Portal, near Fraser. Fraser Valley residents protested, saying ceremonies should be on the West Portal, where the workers were located, not at the East Portal, just because it was closer to Denver. Freeman, the owner of the railroad at the time, wouldn’t budge. Finally, Doc Susie suggested that residents of Fraser could walk through the tunnel from the West to the East Portal. But, again Freeman declined permission- because he was secretly already running trains through the tunnel. In the mix, the two leading newspapers in Denver, the Post and the Rocky Mountain News, were having their own battle. Donations of the Post to the railroad gave them special privileges at the ceremonies which Fraser residents discovered and resented. Doc Susie wouldn’t let the feelings of the residents go hidden. When the ceremonial train passed through the opening of the West Portal, she held up a sign that said, “We built this tunnel, the Post didn’t”, captured by the photographers of the Rocky Mountain News and published the next day’s paper. Unfortunately, Doc Susie was right about Moffat tunnel- it did lead to the demise of Fraser until Berthoud Pass was paved and Winter Park became a popular ski destination.

Virginia Cornell, the author of Doc Susie, did her homework when researching materials for this book. Not only did she research Doc Susie’s character, but she also researched daily life in the Fraser Valley at the time as well as how medicine was practiced, especially in a rural community. Doc Susie is a good read, especially for those familiar with the Winter Park / Fraser area.

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CB report

Posted by – December 22, 2008

Well, the wave of storms took a break yesterday. We actually saw some sunshine for the first time in over a week! With the clearing skies, we were able to catch a glimpse of the beauty of winter.

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Red Lady with Climax chutes running down the right side, where Mike Bowen was found.
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Town of Crested Butte.
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The East River Lift finally opened up yesterday. Although we still don’t have access to our favorite steeps we now have access to some fun terrain. I really like these “Baker” trees!
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Mountaineer Square is hosting an ice carving event. The carvings are on display now, and are a wonderful sight.
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Today, snow set in once again. It was a blizzard all day long and it should continue to snow through the night. Me thinks tomorrow might be a nice day!

Wave of Storms

Posted by – December 20, 2008

NOAA reported that the Colorado mountains is about to enter a “wave of storms”…. as if we haven’t already been in a wave of storms already! The first storm started last Friday and the snow has not stopped! There is snow in the forecast everyday for the next week!

Digging out my car on a daily basis has become a chore, but one that I enjoy. I love the snow. I even love the hassles it brings.

These storms have not come quietly, though. Most of them have come with excessive amounts of winds. White-outs have not been uncommon. Here is a view of one as seen from our window.
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Can you see the person trying to brave the storm?
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Here is a picture from our window where it is not a white-out for reference. Here, it’s just snowing.
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All of this storm activity has led to high avalanche danger in the backcountry. There have been many natural slides and mother nature is simply taking her course. Unfortunately, a Crested Butte local, Mike Bowen, headed out for the Climax chutes on his own on Wednesday and has not been seen since. While we all mourn the loss of fellow skiers, we must also remember that backcountry skiing is not always appropriate. When avy danger is high or when avalanche warnings are in effect, backcountry travel is simply not recommended. Even sticking to low angle terrain in the CB backcountry can be difficult because usually you have to pass through areas where natural slides could start above you in order to access the low angle terrain. So, please remember, be safe in he backcountry! When the storms end, there will be plenty of snow for all of us to enjoy!

Movie of the Month: Blizzard of Ahhhs

Posted by – December 20, 2008

Movie of the Month: Blizzard of Ahhhs

Director: Greg Stump

Year: 1988

Where can I find it? Netflix, Amazon.com, www.gregstumpproducations.com

It’s funny how your perception of movies changes over time. I rented Blizzard of Ahhh’s from Nextflix recently and watched it for the first time in about 15 years. The skiing that I remembered to be so incredible in the movie now seemed tame by today’s standards. Still, the movie sits in a special place in my heart and had a huge effect on my generation of skiers.

One of the first things that struck me in the movie was Greg Stump’s reference (as a narrator) to Dick Barrymore, creator of Last of the Ski Bums. I did not remember this reference before, probably because in middle school and high school I had no I idea who he was. Stump states that Dick Barrymore’s movies provided inspiration to him as both a skier and a movie-maker, taking viewers to far away lands that most skiers at the time only dreamed of. Since I grew up idolizing the movie and characters in Blizzard of Ahhhs, I suppose that it makes sense that I would like Last of the Ski Bums.

Stump’s recurring theme in Blizzard of Ahhhs is the growing restrictions of ski areas. He makes it clear that ski resorts were making filming difficult by not providing reasonable access to good terrain. Scott Schmidt, he points out, was not “endorsed” by ski areas at the time because his skiing was so extreme. The ski areas simply did not want to endorse the kind of skiing, like Schmidt’s, that was so risky. In retrospect, these restrictions at the ski areas caused the trend of ski movies today- almost entirely filmed in the backcountry or with heli-drops in Alaska. But, in 1988 backcountry skiing was not prolific. So, Stump and his crew travel to Chamonix to film the majority of the film, where there are far fewer rules, thus avoiding American lawsuits.

Before filming in Chamonix, Stump did film in two American ski areas: Telluride and Squaw Valley. In Telluride, we meet a few local characters, like Scott Kennett and his famous dog Zudnik, for which a trick is now named. We also meet “Rasta Stevie” who was voted to the town council. Rasta man provides a monologue about how he was among the few who were fighting to keep Telluride’s soul alive, trying to prevent it from becoming another Vail or Sun Valley. At Squaw Valley we are introduced to Scott Schmidt- the prime bad-ass skier of the time. He is to go film with Stump in Chamonix and Stump is looking for a partner for him. Three skiers show up for the “audition”: Tom Day, Mike Slattery, and Glen Plake. Glen Plake dominates the field and is sent to Chamonix with Schmidt.

Blizzard of Ahhhs was Plake’s “coming out” movie. Plake was constantly filmed by Stump as a no-fear punk, with his giant mohawk as a symbol of his individualism. When he wore the helmet camera, his hair stuck out the front of his helmet- a constant reminder that he wanted to be noticed. Well, noticed he was. Plake constantly took big risks, often one-upping Schmidt’s skiing, adding an interesting twist to the plot. Overnight, Stump made Plake famous.

Watching the skiing in Blizzard of Ahhhs is interesting. Today’s ski movies always make snow look perfect. There’s always powder, the snow is always soft, and sometimes the slope is so steep and soft that you see the classic “slough”. But in the ‘80’s, movies largely stuck to filming in-bounds at ski areas. So, scenes were shot in all kinds of conditions. In this movie, there is very little powder, but here is a lot of hard-packed and wind-packed chunky goodness. Nevertheless, the skiers in the movie made the conditions look effortless, even on “skinny skis”. Although the terrain they chose was less extreme than today’s standards, the skills of these skiers cannot go unnoticed.

In filming these skiers, Stump set a precedent that is still followed in today’s ski movies. Stump filmed the skiers pushing themselves out of their comfort zone- skiing steep couloirs, rappelling into start zones, dodging crevasses, and hucking huge cliffs. Stump’s cinematography catches these skiers perfectly at the height of their risk-taking and his influence can be seen in many ski movies today.

The closing scene is the climax of the movie. I remember it well, even from 15 years ago. While at Les Grands Montets, Schmidt sees a steep couloir and decides he wants to ski it. As a narrator, Stump says “I wanted nothing to do with it.” But, Schmidt goes anyway, falling and losing his ski part way down the couloir. His ski stops at the top of a hidden crevasse. Just as you think the segment is over, Plake takes over. He cannot be outdone, so he decides to ski the couloir as well. Plake enters the couloir aggressively, but things can turn quickly on a steep slope. Plake catches an edge and goes rag-dolling down the rest of the couloir. The hidden crevasse located at the bottom of the couloir adds to the growing anxiety as Plake continues to tumble down the mountain. When he does get to the crevasse, he somersaults over it.

Blizzard of Ahhhs is a ski movie classic. Arguably Stump’s greatest film, it’s influence can be still seen in ski movies today. There is no doubt about the powerful impact Blizzard of Ahhhs had on an entire generation of skiers. It fed our souls and inspired us to seek out new amazing places, to find our own Blizzard of Ahhhs!

Update: Greg Stump is currently working on a new movie called Legend of Ahhhs. He hope to show it at the upcoming Sundance festival. You can read more about it at www.gregstumpproducations.com

Home

Posted by – December 13, 2008

What is home?

I have been recently thinking about this topic. What first brought it to my mind was when I was explaining to someone “I’ll be going home to Ohio next week to visit family, so I won’t be around.” Then I thought aloud to the person, “Well, really, Colorado is my home- I’ve lived here 14 years now. But…” Then she responded, “I understand. Someone once said to me ‘Home is where Mom is’.” I laughed at her comment. But, it got me thinking. What is home? And what makes us leave one home for another?

I left Ohio over 14 years ago to go to college in Colorado. That’s the easy explanation. But, the truth is, I was growing restless in Ohio. Every sense of my being told me I didn’t belong there- that I had to leave. My heart was in the mountains, so I focused on getting there. I got good grades in high school- not because I wanted to to well in school, per say- but, because I wanted to have the opportunity to do what I wanted to do. I wanted to leave Ohio. I wanted to be in the mountains. And I knew doing well in high school would help me achieve that goal. I never even applied to a college in Ohio. The colleges in Oregon were my back-ups. But, I was accepted into the University of Colorado and was elated.

When you leave something behind, you always miss some aspects. For me, I missed the greenness of Ohio. I missed living down the road from a giant lake which resembled an ocean. I sometimes missed my family, and I sometimes missed my friends. But, I learned to adapts. Everything about my new home in Colorado made me excited. I felt like my life was full again.

It’s funny how you outgrow things in life. As a child, you outgrow toys, clothes, and books. You may even “outgrow” a sport. Families outgrow houses. I outgrew Ohio.

But, I also outgrew my home on the Front Range – the suburbs of Denver. I spent nearly 14 years of my life making my home in this part of Colorado. I loved it at first. Just like I loved Ohio. But, things change. For me, it was the overwhelming crowds. When I first came to Denver, the only “city” between Denver and Boulder was Westminster. Over the years, I watched thousands of houses and buildings go up along the highway. I watched Golden sprawl from the valley into the hillsides. I felt the traffic getting worse and worse every year. What used to take an hour and a half to get to the ski area suddenly became three hours. I found myself spending more and more time in the car traveling to do the things that I loved to do. And then one day I realized -this just sucked. Why should I spend hours a day in a car? Why should I drive 40,000 miles a year to do the things that I like to do? The simple fact was this: I wanted a mountain life, but all my time in Colorado I’d never actually lived in the mountains. I’d always just lived near them.

So, for the last few months I’ve found myself living here in Crested Butte, happier than ever. My outdoor playground is right outside my back door. I went from filling up my car with gas 2-3 times a week to once every 2-3 weeks. There is no such thing as traffic here- unless one local stops to talk to another local in the middle of Elk Ave. When I moved here, I thought I would miss the conveniences of the city. We have to travel 30 miles to get most of our groceries. There is no Target or Kohl’s or Office Depot or Lowe’s for hours. But, I really don’t miss it. Life is simpler here. My doctor’s office is in a log cabin. The second time I visited the doctor’s office, they knew exactly who I was. That’s a far cry from the Kaiser mayhem which I was a part of for the past two years- usually seeing a different doctor on every visit- and most of them never even bothering to look at my records. In Crested Butte, I feel like I am part of a community. We passed or failed bonds here by less than 10 votes. In Denver, I felt like I was a lone Salmon trying to constantly swim upstream. What I did there didn’t make a difference to anyone, except for me.

Yesterday, I was on the plane from Ohio to Colorado (on my way back from visiting my family) and I thought to myself, “I’m going home!” I smiled. Getting home was a chore. I took 2 different planes, then drove for 3 hours in blizzard conditions to arrive home at 2 am.

It’s always good to visit “home”- the places that made you, where your family is. But, as the age old saying goes, “Home is where the heart is” and my heart lies in the mountains. It’s good to be back home here in Crested Butte.

Avy Savvy: Shoveling Techniques

Posted by – December 8, 2008

On Tuesday, Frank and I attended the CBAC avy awareness clinic and the Crested Butte Center for the Arts. This year’s event was so popular that tickets were sold out and the center was packed jammed-full of locals wanting to do their part for avy awareness. As a fundraising event for CBAC, this was a full success.

Throughout the night, various folks involved with CBAC made presentations on avy safety, inter-mixed with the snowing of an avalanche awareness movie. Most presentations were standard for avy clinics- not really any new information, but always good information to remember. But then, a presentation was made on shoveling techniques.

All backcountry enthusiasts know how important beacon practice is. We know how knowing how to use a beacon effectively can be the difference between life and death should a friend get buried in an avalanche. We all know that probing to find the person is also important in pinpointing the buried person’s exact location, so you don’t have to shovel as much snow.

But, no one really focuses on actually getting that person out of the snow once you find them. Yet, as Tuesday night’s presenter pointed out: If you know how to use your beacon, you will likely spend more time shoveling the person out than actually finding the person.

The presenter gave a lot of good details about shoveling. Basically, the two major things I got were this:
1) You should not shovel directly above the person, you should shovel downhill of them. This will help prevent the snow from caving in on top, making ultimately more snow to shovel away.
2) You should begin shoveling one and a half times downhill from how deep the person is buried. For instance, if the person buried a meter deep, you should shovel 1.5 meters downhill.

There is more to be learned about shoveling techniques. The presenter mentioned that he got his information from the BCA website. I checked it out and found two useful articles:

Check it out. You may learn something useful :)

TR: Baldy via Washington Gulch (11/30/2008)

Posted by – December 7, 2008

The day started like this…..

It was snowing. It had been snowing for a few days straight at that point. Yet, the snow yielded little accumulation in Crested Butte and on the resort. The resort was open, but only 2 chairs were running with 3 runs open. And those runs were flat. The wind was howling, and had been howling for at least 2 days, making skiing at the resort sheer misery. We knew just a few miles away it was probably snowing feet of snow. So, we planned on a backcountry mission.

Just before Frank and I were about to leave from our condo, I got a call from Sydney. “Uh, do you guys have an extra spare tire for your trailer?” Sydney and Rob started out their day with a flat tire from their snowmobile trailer, so we went to save them. We had one that was a perfect fit.

As Frank and I were loading our trailer onto his truck, the maintainence guy came out to have a little chat with us. “Yeah, so… you guys might not be able to keep your trailer here anymore?” As Frank had words with the man, I hooked the trailer to the truck… distracted by their conversation. Into the truck Frank and I both go. He asks, “Everything good with the trailer?” “Yep,” I replied. Boy was I wrong. As we turned onto the snow and ice covered Gothic Rd, we heard a crash from behind. The trailer had fallen off the truck. Frank and I worked to fix it. Thankfully, the spare tire that we were bringing to Rob and Sydney had played “bumper cars”- it had protected the trailer from damaging Frank’s truck.

So, off we go to meet Sydney and Rob with the God-send spare tire. The expended tire from their trailer was in pieces. But, the new tire went on smoothly.

Our plan was to access terrain Schofield Pass. But, like I said, it had been snowing for a few days straight. We were half expecting Gothic Rd to be close for the season, just past it’s usual winter closure near Snodgrass. But no, the road was open! So, up the road we went. As we progressed, the snow on the road became deeper and deeper. But, it was not the depth that worried us. We knew about the hill. The hill just past the town of Gothic. The steep hill. The one hill that could cause a potential threat to our plan. When we got to the bottom of the hill, Rob and Sydney pulled up in their truck just beside us. Frank said, “Well, give me a little room. I’m going to go for it.”

So, we went for it. Frank tried to “gun” it as much as he could. We were doing it! We were making it up the hill! Then all the sudden the engine slowed. The truck was struggling pulling the heavy trailer behind it. We were so near the top…. “Shift!” I said. Frank shifted. But, it was to no avail. The tires were skidding on the ice beneath the snow.

Frank put on the brakes. For a second we stopped. And then my heart sank. We both felt it. Even though the brakes were locked, we were sliding backwards. We were sliding backwards with a trailer on the back. Visions happened. I had visions of us going backwards off the road, getting so stuck in the snow that the truck and trailer would be lost for the season. I envisioned the trailer jackknifing, crushing Frank’s truck.

We slid for a ways until the trailer jackknifed, preventing us from sliding further down the hill. Sydney and Rob could do nothing but watch, jaws dropped. Frank and I jumped out of the truck. Sydney and Rob came running. I scurried to release the trailer from the truck. Amazingly, the trailer had once again been saved from damage. If the trailer had twisted an inch more to the side, Frank’s truck would have been crushed. But, we were saved by an inch.

We spent at least a half an hour digging, pushing, and pulling the trailer to get it out of the snowbank were it was stuck. But, we got it.

Have we had enough yet? No. On to option #2. Washington Gulch.

We unloaded our snowmobiles at the winter closure on Washington Gulch. The snowmobile up Washington Gulch was easy at first. But then it got more difficult. Snowmobiles began to get stuck, and we’d expend a lot of energy digging, pushing, and pulling our sleds out of the snow. Then, our options ended. Waves of snow covered the road in the form of drifts and we knew trying to make our way through it would require endless digging. So, we parked the sleds and broke out the skins.

At this point, disappointment set in. We didn’t get as far as we had wanted with the sleds. So, accessing the terrain that was in our original plan was no longer possible. Plan B was to scope out Mt. Baldy.

The road provided easy skinning and we followed it for a ways. But, we remained cognizant of the avalanche paths crossing the road. The wind was howling, visibility was low, and we knew it was possible for some snow to come tumbling down above us. We crossed each avy path one person at a time.

Eventually, we found the general area where we wanted to make our way up the mountain. At that point, we had just come around a “corner” which had provided some protection from the wind. But, now we found ourselves without trees or rock to shield us. And the wind was howling.

Once again, our plan changed. We were hoping to ski a west-facing aspect of Mt. Baldy. But the wind was making that task both unsafe and miserable. So, enter Plan C. We decided to climb the scoured ridge of Baldy and then descend on the SE side, back down to the road where we had skinned.

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Eventually, the ridge turned to rock and we stashed our skis on our packs. After being blown to the ground several times, we finally found a place to traverse across to access some better snow.

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We traversed our way across to an avy path that seemed to have good enough snow to ski. But, the snow was unhappy. A slick bedsurface topped with windloaded snow made for a very unstable snowpack. The snow was cracking all around us. So, we used the terrain to our advantage, hugging a ridge for safety to the skiers right of the avy path.

As we descended a bit, we saw that a natural slide had released. You can barely see it in this picture.
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While the crown was less than a foot high and only about 10 yards wide, the slide continued for about 1000 vertical feet- enough to cause some significant damage to a person caught, or some one below. Even scarier, was the fact that we had crossed under this avy path on the road just an hour or so before.

A picture of the slide crossing the road.
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Because we were choosing our route based on safety rather than powdery-goodness, the skiing wasn’t very enjoyable. However, for the last few hundred feet, we were able to open it up and enjoy some of the freshly fallen snow.
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We returned to our cars just before dark. We were all thankful to be back after such and arduous day. Sydney and Rob finally had a first hand experience of the situations that Frank and I sometimes endure for a day of skiing. Lesson learned: If more than one thing goes wrong at the beginning of the day, maybe it’s time to head for the resort :)

On another note- to all who are reading this who may access backcountry skiing near Crested Butte – be wary of the snowpack out there. While I do think you can find areas of stability, you’re just as likely to find areas of instability. Be aware of the variability of the snowpack out there due to the transport of wind from the snow!

Belated TR: Ukraine – Crimea Part I (July 2008)

Posted by – December 7, 2008

For a good part of our visit in Crimea, we arranged for a guide to take us around. Sergey Sorokin provided excellent service, allowing us to view some of the most famous sites in Crimea, as well as taking us on wonderful hikes. Hiking in the area is plentiful, but finding your way to and through these unmarked trails is virtually impossible without a guide.

From Yalta, we headed east, and stopped at this beautiful lighthouse, which is actually a Russian Orthodox Church. The church has just recently been reconstructed, as is the case with most churches in Ukraine since most were demolished as part of the anti-religious movements prevalent during Soviet rule.

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I believe these are the beaches near Alushta. Here there is a nature preservation along the shore and we went hiking.
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This hike provided spectacular shoreline views.
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From there we headed toward Sudak. There we visited a fortress which was built during the 12th and 13th centuries as part of the Silk Road.
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Camels were present in the fortress, reminiscent of the Silk Road trade route.
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Looking toward the present city of Sudak from the fortress.
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The fortress also provided wonderful shoreline views.
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From Sukak, we drove on to Bakhchisaray. There we stayed in a bed-and-breakfast place owned by these wonderful people.
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Typical of the area, the house had a garden in the middle of it.
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We ate dinner in an open, but covered (roof) patio. They served foods typical to the area, and we drank the Crimean sweet wine.
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Sitting down to dinner.
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Coming soon- more pictures from Crimea!

Belated TR: Ukraine – Yalta (July 2008)

Posted by – December 7, 2008

From Odessa, we took a train overnight, arriving in Simferopol. From Simferopol, we took a mini-bus to Yalta. Yalta is a resort town located in an area of Ukraine called the Crimea. We used Yalta as our base to explore the Crimea, visiting places like Sudak, Livadia, Bachchisaray, and Sevastopol.

A map of the Crimea is provided below, courtesy of Sergey Sorokin.
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Yalta is popular for it’s beaches, located on the Black Sea. Many Eastern Europeans travel here, as well as Russians.

Narrow streets in Yalta.
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Yalta shoreline and “boardwalk”.
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The beaches are quite packed.
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Statue of Lenin – a common site in former Soviet countries.
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My dad and Sonja, refreshing with a cold beverage on a VERY hot day.
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Coming soon- more pictures from the Crimea!