Category Archives: snow

I sat on my car & it broke

Another pleasant full day at Sunshine on Saturday with Joel, Kristy & Anya.  There was no fresh snow, but the base is still getting bigger – apparently it’s spring, but the snow just keeps coming.  We had the morning up the top, before a leisurely lunch (I had a burger with pineapple & beetroot in it – it’s been a long time, GBK in London springs to mind), a few more runs at the top before heading down for a lot of runs off Goat’s Eye.  At one stage we lost Anya off Standish (this happens when four people take four different runs down) for a little while.  But then she turned up with one of these, much to our surprise.

It’s a little hard to see, but apparently it’s a vole – “a mouse with no ears”.  We definitely don’t have these in NZ; it was scurrying across the snow so Anya picked it up so it wouldn’t be hit by somebody/a snowboarder.  Hopefully it’s doing well around Trappers.

Earlier in the week, Steve had found the rotisserie & was keen to hurry summer along a bit, so Saturday night dinner was at our place for a change.  With seven people, Steve got two roasts (we had plenty of leftovers) – the beef was good & the pork fantastic.  Once again, the whole beets done on the barbecue were just brilliant.

After quite a few bottles of wine, there was still the ice-wine to go with dessert – Kristy whipped up a divine cheesecake (I love cheesecake).

Sunday morning was suitably lazy, finally.  I still woke up with the ever-earlier daylight, but quite happily finished the latest Jack Reacher novel & then jailbroke my Kindle so I could put screensavers of my choice on it.  After texts being delayed somewhere in the ether, a group of us (Joel, Kristy, Steve, Alex, Megan & Finn) eventually headed out in the afternoon for a nice little jaunt ski-touring to Boom Lake.  As we arrived at the parking lot, light snow began to fall (it did so for the rest of our trip).  Although some of snow is melting in places, there was still plenty on the five kilometre trail up to the lake.  A bit on this bridge too.

It took us almost ninety minutes to reach the lake, but it wasn’t too strenuous.  There were some nice off-camber bits for Finn & the Chariot to be potentially lost to the woods, but he survived.  It was even warm enough to just be in a single layer of Icebreaker & a light fleece with no toque/beanie.  As we sat on the edge of Boom Lake, we heard a couple of booms & saw one avalanche come off the opposite Boom Mountain.

It was only about sixty minutes back to the car, but as most of the trail at the lake end was flattish the skins didn’t come off until quite close to the end.

Back to the title story – when I went out to drive to work this morning, as I sat down on the driver’s seat I heard an almighty crack.  The front left spring had sheared in two & then managed to insert itself through the tyre.  So most of my morning was spent arranging a tow-truck & getting my rather sad looking car to a workshop.  Unfortunately, both sides of the front suspension have to be replaced (I don’t really want a lopsided car) with springs, struts, plates & bearings – $1400, ouch (oh & another tyre).  Quite an unusual failure, & a complete pain in the butt – I’m glad it didn’t happen when I was on the highway (complete tyre shredding would have ensued I reckon) or parked in some obscure lot in the back of the beyond.

Still, I need a car for the upcoming roadtrip – so I have little choice but to cough up the money.  On a brighter note, I got my rear bike wheel back from the shop today – the freewheel/freehub is so much better with new pawls in it & the whole drivetrain just sounds great (as in, it doesn’t sound).  Alex & I went for a little reconnoitre on the sunny side of the valley to see how much snow had gone from the trails.  We didn’t get near the trails as there was still too much snow on the walking paths – still, it was a pleasant leg stretch & not too cold.

All that snow wasn’t completely annoying

After getting through that rather snowy triathlon we were rewarded with a great day’s skiing on Sunday.  I had great plans of heading to Lake Louise for the first time, but with Sunshine showing markedly more snowfall Steve & I headed back there.  It was a little hard dragging myself out of bed, but my legs weren’t hurting & it was completely worth it.  We spent all morning on Goat’s Eye & there was deep snow everywhere.  We got a few runs in where we were putting down fresh tracks & had a blast.  It was a beautifully sunny day, with no wind & the crowds out enjoying the great conditions weren’t unbearably bad (the parking lot seemed more full than the mountain).  It was the first time I’d skied with Steve & it was good to get him out – he (as with most people) has been skiing a lot longer than I have & I was pleased to get some quite helpful tips.

In general news, my bike is back together (although I think I need to replace my freewheel/freehub) – the tubeless conversion took the longest.  I got the first tyre on easily & got it to seal straight away; however the Crossmark on the back just wouldn’t seal.  It turned out it was just because I was using a floor pump – it inflated straight away with a compressor.  That summer of riding is getting closer…

I decided against the GoPro helmet cam as consolation for not buying another bike – I really can’t be bothered spending time editing footage (I’ve seen how long some of Megan’s videos take her to compile) to make it look good.  I’m just not into that sort of stuff.  So after ordering it on Thursday, & a trip from Seattle to South Dakota to Kentucky to Calgary to Canmore my Kindle arrived this afternoon.  So I have a way of carrying many books around on my travels without much mass or volume at all.  I’ve played with it a little tonight – it’s pretty nifty.  I just have to stop watching my favourite Canadian sitcom on YouTube (a rather charming, folksy story about a very small town in Saskatchewan) & I can start reading books.  I’m also enjoying Diamond Geezer’s trip around Bexley – the London borough where I lived last year & will return to in August.  Hall Place deserves the review it got & Foots Cray Meadows was the place I invariably ended up if I wanted to ride my bike off the skinny London streets.

Canmore Winter Meltdown Triathlon

A few weeks ago at work an opportunity to compete (I use that term loosely now) in the Canmore Winter Meltdown Triathlon at the Nordic Center with a couple of workmates.  As Lafarge was one of the main sponsors, we were to get a complimentary entry (“it was for free”); my teammates pulled out a couple of weeks after that so I organised Megan to do the 10 km (skate) ski & talked Anya into running 5 km – I was to ride 10 km on the snow.  With the spring melt progressing quite well over the last couple of weeks I was worried that the course might be very slushy (judging by last year’s photos there wasn’t much snow off trail).  How wrong we were, a big storm blew in Friday night & when we got up on Saturday morning there was a good 15-20 cm of snow everywhere.  At least it was around 0ºC.  Here’s a quick outline of our day – we didn’t come close to challenging the leaderboard, as this event is a fundraiser for athletes there were many tip-top athletes in the field (i.e. most of the entrants).  Oh, & while we were doing the triathlon as a team Alex somewhat crazily/gamely took on the event by himself.

Me & Anya doing some good Lafarge stretches – Greg standing by bemused.

Finn’s Minions trying to look worried by all the snow.

Megan & Alex before the start – which was delayed (very casual event), I assume for the snow.

Most of the field setting off.

Kristy did a great job of looking after our evil overlord/mascot, Finn

Megan heading out for her second lap – skiing was OK apparently (at least it wasn’t concrete-ice), apart from trying to pass when one had to go wide into the deep snow.

That’s me heading out on the bike – the first lap was the hardest five kilometres I’ve done in a long time (not helped by it being only 5 km I’ve done in anger for over four months).  The snow was deep & rutted out – which meant that any time you hit a strange line you were suddenly going a different direction.

Alex finishing his ski leg before heading out on the bike.

Heading out on my second lap – yes, I look like a midget.  Megan lent me her new 29er & I had the seat low as I knew I would be dabbing (putting my foot down) a lot.  The wheels were great, the Crossmarks (tyres) not excellent for drive.  The second lap was easier as a racing line had developed in some places & in others I’d learnt that the 29er was great for hitting the side of the trail & the fresh snow.

Anya heading out on the run.

Anya heading for the finish line – while the snow continues to fall, it must be warm as she’s ditched the hat.

Alex heading for the finish.

And across the line (said in a good Clarkson voice).

Our star skier receiving the post-race debrief from our coach/mascot/overlord.

I think we are celebrating the fact that we survived the snow.  Worth celebrating too, a fun morning & we scored some Icebreaker spot prizes.

An indication of just how much snow there was to compete with – my car was cleared before the race & this was about four hours later.

The rest of the afternoon was pretty relaxing with a late lunch, a trip to the Hot Springs in Banff to soak & a great big Irish stew that Megan cooked up accompanied by wine, lemon meringue pie & games. (Thanks to Megan & Kristy for some of the photos.)

Warrior Mountain & Aster Lake

It was just as well I didn’t ski on Saturday & instead spent much of it sitting in the back of a car – Alex hatched a dastardly plan to get up at 5.30 Sunday & see if we could get up on to Warrior Mountain (which is on the BC/Alberta border south-west of Upper Kananaskis Lake).  We had left the parking lot on the south-east of the lake by 7.45 & spent seventy minutes skinning across the lake.  The day was very still & it didn’t feel all that cold, maybe about -5ºC.  I was quite surprised to find that my light gloves weren’t cutting it, my eyelashes were starting to freeze together & others’ beards freezing up with moist breath – it was almost -20ºC.  The mist over the edges of the lake was interesting.

From the lake we climbed up to the much smaller Hidden Lake, across that one & up through some evil trees (avoiding the easier drainage so as not to be in slide paths).  (Here’s a map of the area, the marker is where we got to before turning around.)  The trees were dense & the terrain steep, it wasn’t long before I was about at my limit of what I could make it up & still turn 135º for the many switchbacks.

Joel & Lincoln doing a good job of not falling off this tree

Eventually, it all opened up a bit & flattened out, however by lunchtime I was pretty much exhausted.  Still the views were fantastic & go a little way to making up for the rest of the day.

Mt Marlborough

After lunch we continued around & up a little to Aster Lake, at the foot of Warrior Mountain – but it was too late to go any further.

Mt Lyautey – or at least a spur off it

Mt Sarrail

Looking back towards Upper Kananaskis Lake

Aster Lake, Warrior Mountain

Start of the drainage from Aster Lake

We turned around at two o’clock & had to skin down & around & up for about an hour before we got to the top of the thick woods.  After a delay for various telemark binding mechanical issues we started skiing down.  As I feared on the way up, there were too many big trees, I was too tired & it was too steep to be any fun at all.  After a few little falls, I was survival skiing – unable to string consecutive turns together & side-slipping a lot.  The trees thinned out a bit & then got really thick just above Hidden Lake.  I was getting slower & slower by the time we were heading back across the (Upper Kananaskis) lake (no skins this time, much less friction skating across).  Eventually we were back at the parking lot close to twelve hours after we first go there – I was spent.  It turns out I have triceps somewhere (who’d have thought?), all that pushing on poles across the lake back really had them quite sore.

Here are a few of Alex’s photos, best to show some of these as the scenery was the only highlight of the day – two hours of skiing downhill (which I mostly hated) out of almost twelve is just miserable.  I can’t wait to be back on the bike, where at least you get a break on the rolling terrain.

Into the trees of misery, from Hidden Lake

Although the trees were the source of many problems, some times they could be advantageous around tight turns

Trying to pretend I’m enjoying myself

Now that I’m the slow one, there sure are a lot more photos of me – I do like this one

I was impressed Alex didn’t fall in the melt for this picture, although Warrior does look smaller

On the way back down