Thursday, February 19, 2015

The ups and downs of going up and down.

Some days finish better than others.  Sometimes, you head out from the trail head in the morning expecting to get a few good turns, but really you are just looking for some exercise, and you end up finding a bunch of killer lines.  Other times, you have big plans and expectations, only to be turned back by incoming weather before every reaching your first objective.  You never really know what you will encounter until you get yourself out there.  Or what decisions you will make.  And how that will work out for you.  But that is always part of the adventure.  Part of the reason why we go out there in the first place.  It is part of the reason why I was headed out deep into the side country a good week after we had gotten our last, warm and wet snow fall.  I was not really going out to find powder.  Actually, I was feeling hopeful that the corn would be setting up nicely, and with a little bit of luck, we could find a stash or two of chalky wintery goodness.  I had no idea that legitimate boot deep powder turns would me on the days' menus.

Down low on the apron, Troy found the wintery goodness.

Dylan enjoying the lower slopes.

Out of the alpine, and into the mini golf trees.

Even the last few turns were plenty of fun.

We got a late morning start, after taking about 8 hot laps on chair 6 at Kirkwood.  The steep groomers were skiing pretty damn nice first thing in the morning.  The weather felt like April, other than the sun being much lower in the sky.  Made for some nice inbounds spring conditions with out a terribly firm overnight hard pack forming.  Just firm enough to set things up.  But I had not traveled four hours just to ski some well groomed terrain.  So, after hooking up with a few fellow travelers, we headed out beyond the ropes.  Our plan was not specific, but we all knew we wanted to get to a peak that we always see from the lift, and check out its backside.  After a boot pack, a traverse, and a 40 minute ski around a sub-peak, we found ourselves just under 9800', atop a horseshoe cirque with a variety of sun exposed and shaded chutes.  We chose a sunny aspect.  The top was a steep, creamed corned chute that slowly narrowed to a pinch.  In a normal snow year, a fall line descent to the bottom is possible.  But with our thin snow pack we followed a traverse skiers right into the central bowl, which held an apron of mostly soft, smooth, wintery snow.  I have to say, I kind of was pleased we chose this option as opposed to avoiding sharks in an increasingly thin and narrow, sun banked line.  Corn snow always seems to come around.  These days, powder is a rare treat.

With a few mini hits in the mix.

Bach atop the ridge above Emigrant Lake.  

Sally Alley was the call.  Tracked up, but the snow was cold.

And the line is aesthetic.  

We worked our way a bit further down, through some trees, and mini golfed a few benches, then it was time to make a traverse, and put back on the skins.  We aimed for a spot back up on the same ridge, a few hundred feet lower in elevation.  There was a line up there we planned on skiing back to near the resort.  On our way out, we saw that it had several tracks in it already, but still hoped for the best.  The top is a fairly wide chute, but it only had a narrow strip of good snow.  It was all on the shade, and basically a choice of smooth ice, or skied up powder.  We thought skied up powder sounded nice.  After the top third, we took a left turn, where almost everyone else had taken a right.  We followed that left track into the left chute and scored another pitch of wonderful wintery goodness.  The top few turns were full on boot deep powder, followed by several in a snow best describe as chowder, before finding a section that knew not weather it wanted to be powder or corn.  All fun turns.  On the way down, I even found a third pitch that held some wonderful wintery snow before I had to make the hard left traverse around the lake.  Usually we would ski right down and across the lake, but this winter had been warm, and we were reluctant to cross below our line.

The mid third of the run we were hitting some fresh cold snow.

Out in the sun the powder quickly changed through chowder to some sort of hybrid snow.

And it was well on its way to corn.

With plans to circumnavigate the lake, we left a good five hundred feet untouched.

The next day I was hungry for some more.  Did a few hot laps on 6, and soon was making plans to head out a bit further.  There is an zone we had thought about skiing the day before, but had to turn back due to time constraints.  This time we basically headed straight out there.  Well, actually, we headed in as straight of a manner as possible.  It did require a good amount of elevation loss, but that ended up being a fun ski any way.  It took us a bit of time to get to the top of our first run, but every time we saw the zone, it kept on looking better.  The soft powder had a certain texture to it, and it started to look like our entire face we planned to ski was covered in mostly this texture.  As it turned out, it was.  What a lovely surprise, to get this particular face in not only edgable snow, and not only wintery snow, but in actual powdery snow.  This was neither superbly deep, or super hero, but it was close enough to make both days' efforts well worth this reward.  I was riding on a nice high as we donned our skins and began skinning back up tot the exit ridge.  We had a pretty easy out, and decided to head for a point a but further down the ridge from the prior day.  We were looking for a nice sun exposed corn slope.  And, with a little poking around, we found it.

A look up at Sally Alley.  We did the boogie left slide all the way to the traverse.

Next day we were eyeing the Little AK Face.  

Clay gets started.

And found the hike well worth the effort.

So, here is where things took a turn for the worse.  After two days of fun skiing, and fun snow, I spotted my entrance and stoked to hit the baking corn below, I entered the choke hot.  After quick edging above a rock, and throwing my skis around that rock, I soon found myself acceleration on ice, going across the slope and headed for some rocks.  I am not really sure what happened next.  I thought I was going to be able to pull my tips up and come to a stop.  That did not happen.  Instead, one ski got a hold of some outcropping of rock, and then I was tossed into a rock wall.  Or so I think.  Next thing I know, I am sliding down the slope, through the corn, both skis popped off.  Frantically, I try to grab my skis, but as I do, I accelerate.  Finally I have one, and work hard to put on the breaks, as more rocks are quickly approaching from below.  I stop.  One ski is gone.  My partner said it went off the cliff to our right.  Far below, we see a single ski track going into the wood.  My ass hurt.  My pants were torn.  Slowly, I get a hold of myself and begin boot packing down the slope.  800 vertical feet lost.  There was plenty of good news.  We found my ski rather quickly.  My bindings were not busted.  While there was a nasty core shot on one, my skis were basically okay.  I could basically still ski and walk.  I did not land on my back.  Xrays have shown nothing is broken.  And I learned pretty damn big lesson.  Don't be so damn cavalier.  And will I've spent two days on the couch watching way too many crappy movies instead of making turns, or catching waves, I will be out there again soon enough.  Likely even before the next time it snows.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Pre Season Games

Some like to wait for the season to start in earnest before they show any interest at all.  Some of us, though, almost prefer a good pre-season game.  Even when there is just a few inches on the ground, we start to seek out those places where it seems to collect and fall the deepest, hoping for a foot of supportable snow to feed our addiction.  Well, Halloween delivered a cool eight to ten inches at Kirkwood, and I knew a route nearby that would have enough for a slow descent, so I took a walk through the snow.  The skinning was nice, and the skiing was passable.  Just enough to get out and stretch the muscles and help break in the new boots.

Took a drive through the valley.  The resort was blowing some snow at the top of 5.

Chair 10.  Some crew already laid tracks down Buckboard.

The Palisades look pretty with a little coating of white.

Glove Rock.  The deeper drifts were about 14" deep.  The shallow spots, maybe two.

Looking out toward Desolation.

This trip up was really about getting wood up, split and stacked for the winter nights.  But it is hard to look at a hillside of snow and not at least poke around a bit.  Things were certainly pretty thin, and not really conducive for opening it up, but I was still able to find a bunch of areas to connect and link a few turns now and again.  Besides, it just felt good to get up to elevation, put on some skins, and start climbing.  A little more snow, and I will be looking to put in some more miles, and get the heart, lungs and legs ready for the coming season.

Chamiox looking like it still needs another round of snow or two.

The view from the ridge line is always something to appreciate.

Round Top and her Sisters.

Kirkwood Meadows and Red Cliffs.

Kasula Pows ready to float some snow.

Outlook looks promising tonight.  Another dusting coming later this week, and perhaps a string of storms lining up for next week.  Fingers crossed.  The taste I got earlier this month left me wanting more.  A lot more.  I'm done with the crappy start to the season.  I'm ready to get back to those years when we were seeing lift served turns off the top of the hill.  I ready for some fun.

While thin, the upper mountain was plenty deep to make some fun turns.

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Carson Pass to Kirkwood Traverse. Epic or Epic Fail?

It took me until the very end of the day to realize that it was pretty damned good one.  For some of us, it was epic.  And it could have been for me too. But there were complications.  For starters, my go to touring rig had ran into issues the previous week, and with my Dukes on the way back to Marker, it was time to mount that second Dynafit onto my second Kusala.  Now, I had mounted the first one a bit off, but thanks to the huge heel adjustment, no extra holes were drilled.  Learning from my mistakes, the second one went on without a hitch.  That was the final full success in my planning of a super fun traverse Carson Pass to Kirkwood.  Now, this traverse can be done pretty easily, and you can even avoid doing any significant descents.  That was not our plan.  Our plan was to travel over eight miles, climb over four thousand feet and include three big face descents.  It was ambitious, but not ridiculous.

The Playground.  We were headed to the saddle in the middle of the picture between Round Top and the first Sister.

The second Sister has always been my favorite.  

The crew.  Buffy, Alex and Noah enjoying the traverse out to Winnemucca.  

She remains captivating even close up. 

My day started early.  It was March 7th.  My wife had to grumble to me at 3:30 AM that my alarm was going off.  Not an excellent start.  I try to sneak out of bed without waking the family.  Good things I had plans to meet Alex in Pleasanton, as I would surely need someone to do the majority of the driving in the state of mind I was in.  Turns out I was headed to Livermore.  Luckily he called to check in on the drive, otherwise we would have been in two parking lots several cities apart.  Not so great start number two.  Still, from here I thought I had it all under control.  We pulled into Kirkwood several hours later to pick up Buffy.  We would leave her car by the Tower Bar to get us back to the pass later in the day.  Noah was already at the trailhead when we arrived.  We all shuffled, packed and unpacked out bags, drank water, put on skins and we were on the trail around 8:40.  A later start than planned.  But not horrible.  We we on the way, and skin track was fast through the woods.

As you start to gain elevation on the northerly slope of Round Top, Lake Tahoe comes into view behind Red Lake Peak and Carson Pass.

The only super fun firm side hill on the approach has the group super excited.  The last twenty yards are the best.

Palisades Bowl at Kirkwood is just around the corner.

When you get right up into her face, she is still lovely.

But our goals lie on the other side of the ridge.  Buffy tests out the snow.  We are headed to Fourth of July Lake below.

Now the Kusalas are damn awesome skis.  I was on a pair last winter for four hours and they instinctively slayed the four inches on crust pow day.  Super grippy on the firm, but absolutely killed it in the drifts.  And they stomped so nicely.  But I was in alpine boots that day.  And they are a stiff ski that demands to be driven.  For this tour I was in an old pair of MegaRides.  Turns out (and I knew this) I don't love that boot.  For a number of reasons.  But more on that later.  I do love how they tour.  Comfy as hell.  Like a down booty.  The skin from Carson Pass to the shoulder of Round Top and the Sisters took us just under two hours.  It is a nice hike that starts in the shade of the trees, and then ascends up and across the north slope of Round Top offering alpine and lake views.  Hard to complain about that.  With the resent wet snows, enough coverage remained across the south side of the Sister such that we could easily skin or schuss across.  A rare treat indeed.  That put us atop Life on the Edge.  With late morning sun baking the slope, it was prime corn.  But we had something slightly different in mind.  I like to think of it as Beyond the Edge.  We worked our way south across the knife ridge into the next face.  Now this one faces a bit more northwesterly, as opposed to southwesterly.  It was not as creamy corned.

Our meeting location is a point about 200 feet below.  Mini AK Face is top center.  That will be lap two.

Noah enters.

Alex schusses.

Buffy follows my tracks.  I basically got right up to the looker's left edge and thought, uh-oh.  Then I think I may have cursed a bit as I side stepped back up.

She then easily slips into the main chute and finds turns to the valley below.

We all skied off the top, one at a time, and met back up at a point about 200 feet down.  From there, I skied the entire face, to set up for pictures from the across the valley.  Another thing about my new skis.  I never did a hard detune on the rockered tips.  Turns out that can cause some hooking.  Paired with a weak, soft boot, it made for some adventure and comedy as I began to make high speed, large radius turns down the face.  Funny thing is, the skis were working great.  I just could not quite stay on top of them.  As I descended though, the snow began to soften up, and my turns became more regular.  I was finding my rhythm just as I realized that I had gotten out onto a shelf I meant to avoid.  What is this?  Mistake number seven by now?  Anyway, I slowed, and  then stopped.  Edged left.  Edge right.  Yup.  Here I was on a forty degree roll over above an eighty foot cliff.  With no pow pow below.  Crap.  I shuffled backwards, and then side stepped upwards and them performed a very delicate kick turn, and found a sliver of snow rolling through the rocks into the chute below.  I yelled up for folks not to follow my tracks and to go left.  Then I slid into the chute.  Good times.  Once in the chute, it was easy street to the meeting location far below.

Noah apparently heard the word "left" when I called up, and went that way.  Entering the chute from the top.

Alex decides to spice things up a bit.

Slaying turns all the way through the apron.

After a good 300 foot vert boot pack out of the lake, we don skins.  You can't say it is not beautiful out here.

And the imagination always runs a little wild.

Buffy was up next.  She followed my tracks.  On a snowboard.  Luckily she sensed my error and made it into the chute using the same sliver of snow.  Tragedy avoided.  Noah was up next and made it far left and skied the chute from the top.  As did Alex.  Once rejoined, we continued down to the lake.  It was fun, soft, hippy corn, with plenty of small jibs to hit.  From there, we decided to boot pack out from Forth of July Lake.  We were climbing a south east face, and it was slippery and steep.  Hence the choice of boot packing.  While boot packing always sucks, it seemed like it was wiser than skinning until the slope mellowed and snow was not as wet.  It was here that the super comfy touring boot on my right foot transformed into the  heel crushing son of a bitch that it really is.  I think it was also here that I started to get too much sun exposure that would result in a dried up, beat up, skin flaking man that I became a few days later.  Anyway, wear a hat.  A big floppy one.  And re apply sunblock.  And drink a ton of water.  Or suffer the consequences.  So, anyway, we climbed.  I was beginning to feel like we should forgo what Alex calls Mini AK Face, and some others call Dodge City.  Regardless of what one wants to call it, it is a pretty sick face.  One, that once you see from a distance, you get stuck in your mind, and want to ride.  Conditions did not look perfect.  A dusting of snow atop rain crust and avy debris.  While the early march sun was hot, it was not quite warm enough or late enough in the year to get the north facing aspects to corn.  But we kept heading in that direction, knowing we might need to turn away for multiple reasons.

Some people pay good money to develop water spots.  I get mine for free.  Deadwood.

The crew rests, prepares and spots lines as I massage my heal, atop of Corrie Lochan

Looking back toward the line we had just skied.  Life on the Edge is the obvious large bowl starting looker's right in the pic.  Our line was above the big cliff well right of that.

Buffy slices the wintery buff and crust that was the shaded slope.

Noah drops the opposite sun lit wall.

In retrospect, I'm glad the group was ambitious.  Several of us had been eyeing this face for seasons.  My foot hurt.  If we continued, we would miss last lift and add an additional 400 feet of climbing to our tour.  The snow was neither corn nor powder.  Not very inspiring.  But we pushed up.  Once off the top of the bowl lookers right of the face we had a quick consult.  I was feeling tired, in pain with a pitched heal and not feeling like the descent would be awesome.  But I had wanted to ski this thing for some time.  Everyone else was learning toward continuing our ascent.  So, we pushed on.  At the peak, the views were great.  The faces across the creek are awesome.  Deadwood Cirque offered up its siren call.  We rested quickly.  I massaged my heel.  Folks scoped out there lines.  Buffy dropped, then Noah.  Both looked and sounded as if they enjoyed their run,  You could really only see their first few turns, as this face has a wild rollover a few hundred feet down.  Then Alex spent what felt like an eternity trying to strap in while balancing on a knife edge.  It was almost vertigo educing to watch him, as one false move forward or back would result in quite the tumble.  Finally he dropped, and schralphed the face.  I could here his hoots drifting up from far below.

Anf invokes his best Scot Schmidt.

Once in the bowl, the angle moderates before the rollover below.

Buffy and Noah wait in the valley far below.

Everyone always enjoys a good knife edge ridge.

Especially when on a snow board and trying to strap in while performing a circus balancing act.  

Next it was me.  Now, I really want to go back this face.  It is so much fun.  But I found it to be a bit challenging this day.  See, another thing I had forgotten to do was to purchase leashes for my bindings.  I had to remove the breaks when mounting, as they could not fit around my ski waist.  So, here I was at the top of a killer run with several thoughts on my mind.  First, how I did not feel confident in these boots and how my heel hurt.  Second, how I feared my binding mount would rip out, just because I did them myself instead of paying some stoned, but practiced, shop rat to do it instead.  And I feared my dynafiddle binding might just decided to pre release and send a ski sliding 1200 feet to the valley below, leaving me stranded one turn from the top.  Not the kind of thoughts you want to have atop a run a friend had nicknamed Mini AK Face.  But I dropped in, and successfully skied, if tentatively, to the bottom with no major fail.  Perhaps some major flail, though.  But now I just want to go back more than ever and rip it.


Buffy took the shade.  Noah took the sun.  Alex tows the line.

Looking almost creamy.

And this is where the slope really gets going.

It is nearly impossible not to enjoy the beauty of this place.

From there it was a relatively easy skin to Stove Pipe or Sally Alley, which is a popular run in the Kirkwood side-country.  We reached the top at 3:50 and could see lifts still loading inbounds.  Still, after this final face, we would still have a decent skate and traverse to get back to the resort.  No chance of getting there by 4:05 for last chair out.  Oh well, we all knew we wanted a little suffering in our lives, otherwise we would not be out there anyway.  We made out way down quickly, enjoying, at least for me, some of the best snow of the trip.  No pics, as we were late, tired, at at least for me, really enjoying the turns.  Late day corn was the order, and the Kusalas easily sliced through it.  With that ski, and that snow, it really did not matter what boot I was wearing.  Just stand tall, point and swivel.  All the way to Emigrant Lake and across.  From there, it is a short hike up to the usual traverse back in bounds.  Super easy on skis, and not horrible on a snow board.  We poked and looked at Temple from above, but the twenty foot to firm did not get any of us excited.  And we schussed down to the base of chair 3.  There we had a little conversation with the lifties, and after them telling us to mind the time, and asking where the hell we had been, they allowed us onto the chair, after our request.  So gracious of you folks.  Last lift of the day at 4:45.  I have to admit, it felt mighty good to be sitting on a lift.  At the top, we debriefed. with patrol, who also let us know we were super late.  After explaining we had been planning to skin out, they asked us about our day and the snow stability.  It is nice to talk with a pro.  From there it was a quick 800 foot vert ski down a beat to hell groomer to the car below.

Dodge City, Corrie Lochan, Mini Ak Face, Whathaveyou.  A good slope to explore.

I call these the Horseshoe Chutes.  Anyone know the real name?

Sometime the most inspiring trees are dead.

West Shore and vicinity is looking like it would be a blast.

Our line from the ridge down to Emigrant Lake.  This area offered the best steep corn snow of the trip.  

Soon after, we were all sitting up at the Pass again, out of our boots, and sipping on a cold IPA.  Well, semi cold.  We did not stash them in the snow bank in fear they would be stolen.  Apparently that is a thing at this trailhead.  Shame.  Anyway, it was about at this point, as the sun began to drop low on the horizon, that I realized my day was pretty damn epic.  Sure, I had had a whole series of issues.  Another one I would only figure out a day or two later is that I was also sick, coming down with something that I picked up while surfing a few days before.  But all that did not matter.  The fact that my skiing felt sub par did not matter.  The fact that I crimped my heel, got slightly dehydrated, got way too much sun exposure, got hung up above a no fall cliff, and more, did not matter.  The day had been epic.  I don't know if it was the fun of being out there with our group, or the periods of quite slog were you can get into your mind, or the working of all your muscles, or the conversations along the way, or just the fact that we scored last chair, but right then, in the parking lot atop Carson Pass, while kicking back with a nice adult beverage, it sure felt epic.  It was a good day.  Now I just want to go out for more.