Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Virginia Lakes Tour


Carrying on in the illustrious, if somewhat flawed in logic, ski-steps of Jeff and Faerthen, Heidi Pesterfield and I decided to get in at least one more stupid ski tour before this 70 degree weather robs us of the little snow we did receive this winter.

After much research, Heidi discovered through local beta that the snow above Virginia Lakes was indeed freezing, albeit barely, and that the road completely open.  (Guess it’s been open all winter thanks to unseasonably dry conditions).  Thus, a 24-hour east side adventure was proposed.  Saturday to Sunday: 5pm to 5pm.

Of course no east side trip is complete without a stop by the Travertine hot springs.  We reached Bridgeport with the last of the Alpen glow and were treated to an amazing show of pink and purple thunderheads.  Heidi was voting for a thunderstorm.  I was hoping it might stay a little drier.

Disheartened by the serious lack of snow.
After deciding the upper tub was too hot and the middle tub was too crowded (we are a bit like Goldilocks), we discovered a lovely new third tub lower down the hillside.  This provided a delightful soaking experience until the aforementioned thunderheads regaled us with a lightning storm.  We decided this would be an opportune moment to exit the water.

After a much-appreciated stay with Heidi’s friends in Mono City, we awoke with the sun and drove back to Virginia Lakes.  We had serious second thoughts as first, the temperature seemed to be steadily climbing from a low of 45 and second, as the lack of snow from this winter became more and more apparent.  However, the temperature finally dropped back to 35 as we reached the base of the lakes and we decided it would be a bit silly to skip the ski tour after driving for 3 hours.

Stupid Ski Tour Rule #1:
Take off skis to hike across
dirt.  Check!
As defined by stupid ski tour guidelines, we first made the obligatory creek crossing and then proceeded to remove our skis in order to “boot pack” the dirt.  We didn’t get to traverse over small trees until the exit.

Final resting place of Heid's ski.  Ok, not really, we staged this photo.
However, we were impressed that it ricocheted through two stands
of pine trees and still emerged unscathed.
Midway up our skin, we decided to do a run on the bottom half of Black Mountain as it was already corning up and it was only 8:30am.  My traditional turns revealed this to be an excellent decision.  Heidi chose an alternative method of descent, as her ski decided it really didn’t need to wait for her before making its way down the mountain.  Thus, the legend of the bum track was born.


The shore of Red Lake is an amazing glacial blue.  Unfortunately
I just couldn't capture it on camera.
Turns down the north
bowl.
After returning the ski to the appropriate foot, we headed back up the north bowl above Red Lakes, finishing the day on surprisingly good corn.  For anyone thinking this sounds like a good idea, go early and go soon, the snow will not last long.
Heidi and Kim finish the day at the late hour of 11am.





Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Rubicon Peak-Hidden Peak-Bliss Peak-Jake's Peak Extravaganza

February 25, 2012: Jeff put out the call and the crowd responded enthusiastically!

Dave even cancelled his Shasta trip, saving a few of us the inconvenience of being launched into space by the jet stream that touched down on the mountain this weekend.
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Hey all!

Up for another day of short skins and epic faceshots? If so, I don't know where one might go.

But if you are interested in something that will be the exact opposite of that, might we want to do one Saturday? If so, what should we do?

Jeff
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Sue leads impromptu yoga at the trailhead to keep us warm
while Beth and Rob hike back up the hill from the
ridonculous car shuttle.
Shaggy proposed a serial peak traverse on the west shore, and everyone quickly piled on, since all tours on that side of the lake naturally involve an obligatory pastry stop at the Tahoe House.

One of these days we'll tag the highly-desired "(Tahoe) House-to (Pfeiffer) -House Tour". Of course, that means we'll have to figure out an über-contrived way to stretch the 1.1-miles of paved road between the two restaurants into a ski tour that actually warrants two big meals and an optional bar stop at the Bridgetender in between.

Hm. Maybe by skiing all the way around Lake Tahoe?

In the meantime, Saturday's tour turned out to be fun and enlightening despite the molar-rattling frozen ski tracks, and the fact that we all ignored Dave (aka Cassandra) and skied it in the wrong direction. This complicated the shuttle wildly, and ensured that we minimized the decent skiing on the north faces.

When pressed, Shaggy pointed out that he was, "The idea man, not the logistics guy," illuminating the fact that we had neglected to appoint a logistics guy who could be heaped with blistering criticism and assigned the blame for our self-flagellating behavior.

The terrain between these typically isolated touring peaks is interesting and more complex than expected. Also, unexpectedly (and inexplicably), new recruit Karen Morey seemed to enjoy herself out of all proportion to the conditions.

This tour provided an opportunity to cram a season's worth of west shore ski-touring peaks into a single day, since the lean year saw most of us skipping these mainstays of the Tahoe winter diet.

Unfortunately, despite bickering that nearly came to blows, we were unable to come to a consensus on which is Bliss Peak and which is Hidden Peak. The protuberance that most tourers call Hidden is nothing of the kind, while so-called Bliss is. Meanwhile, neither was particularly deserving of the name Bliss this weekend.

Fortunately, the painful jackhammer effect of skittering wildly over frozen ski tracks was largely put out of mind by the piercing, fingers-on-a-chalkboard sound of ski edges scrabbling madly for purchase on the brick-like, frozen chunder.

Kim had some amusing remembrances of the day at Pho 777 Tuesday evening, but--typically--I've forgotten what they were, so hopefully she (and others) will chime in in the comments section.

Shaggy looks for trouble.
Today, a cold storm deposits sucker blower pow on top of the land mines of a dissolute and anorexic snowpack. Jeff, FF, Beth and Sue are off to the Alps, so the 2011-12 Stupid Ski Touring season has likely ended just in time to avoid broken limbs and cracked noggins. I look forward to unexpected posts from foolish, never-say-die team members, though.

Who?
Shaggy, Dave, Rob, Jeff, FF, Beth, Sue, Susie, Karen, Kim.

Mystery Gooch: Richie. What's this?: the last few years, it seems there's frequently a Stupid Ski Touring tag-a-long from the Patagonia ranks. Some of these folks--like Rob, Shaggy & Dave--stick around until we wonder what we ever did without them. Others vanish in the night like scalded cats when the shuttle vehicle door finally flies open at the end of a typical gruel-fest.

Rob tried to warn him, but Richie enlisted anyway and, for one so young, did a masterful job of suffering with the veterans.

Beth's gear recommendation:
Hearing protection and a machete!

Good lord! Can this really be the best snow out here?


Susie popped over the hill to see us skinning DOWNhill
and immediately declared the team in need of an
Arab Spring.






Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Sagehen Ski Weekend, 2012

Sue and Dr. Debbie entertain themselves while waiting
for the snowcat to arrive.
February 17-20, 2012: It's Sagehen Ski Weekend!

Here are some pics. Send me your picture links and I'll add them.

Highlights:
- Amazingly great snow this year;
- The Imp is back in action, thanks to Mike, et al;
- Susie & FF rescued an abandoned 13-year-old girl, then Susie whaled on the dude who left her out there;
- And as always, fantastic company!


The Imp is alive!
Who?

Jeff, FF, Dr. Beth, Dr. Jim, Dr. Debbie, Sue, Susie, Susan, Jodie, Steve, Mark, Jen, Dave, Karey, Mike, Kim, Sarah, Greg, Rob, Anne...who'd I miss?

More photos:

Jeff's | Dave's
Up again.
Mike's homophobic skin bag.
Sarah strums the air guitar while skinning.
Instead of gear, Dr. Beth chose to make a technique recommendation for this week's touring: the "Dracula"! See photos.
Lap or Shlap? Here's where you gotta decide.

Sagehen 911! Susie Sutphin is "the
Backcountry Ballbuster"!

Dr. Beth demonstrates "Dracula Technique".
Dracula Technique in action.

Rob demonstrates incorrect Dracula
Technique. Do not duplicate!
Topping out. The antennae help.

Skins off.

Dr. Debbie surveys from the top of the world.
Independence Lake

Susie drops into the mad "Rabbit-hole"

SUCH better snow than we expected...as is typical for
Ski Weekend :)
Jeff brings in the pot for the traditional Monday
afternoon hot cheese.

Mt. Rose, Houghton Peak recce

We still harbor fantasies of skiing from Mt. Rose out to Floriston, an absurd tour that would involve major weed-thrashing even in a big snow year. This year, it would require a mountain bike & a chainsaw.

There's also the possibility of bottoming out in a deep, dark ravine; or wandering aimlessly through the convoluted Grey/Bronco Creek drainages.

So, we decided to do a little recce around Mt. Rose and Houghton Peak this weekend to try to suss out the most efficient way to start this tour.

Along the way, we were treated to insufficient snow, tree-climbing and that most superb form of breakable crust: breakable old ski tracks.

Who? Beth, Kim, Jeff & FF.

Beth's gear recommendation: arborist equipment!











Thursday, February 16, 2012

Night bandit

Dave, is that you?

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Legend Tour

February 4 and 5, 2012: Last year, the snow was too good for stupid touring, and much of this year the snow has been too rare for any kind of ski-touring, so we thought we should double up this weekend.

On Saturday, our stratagem was to finally complete the Mt. Rose to Glenshire traverse of mystery and legend. Unfortunately, Rob picked up a savage bug from the little crumb-cruncher that put him out at the last minute.

Since he is the only one of the crew from Glenshire with a big enough shuttle vehicle for all 10 of us, as well as beta on the Rifle Canyon terrain, long trek out the road and locked gate, we thought better of going without him and chose to repeat the Mt. Rose to King's Beach tour.

This time though, we dropped a lap into Rifle Canyon and found breakable, but not brutal crust and much more extensive and entertaining terrain than we expected from peering down from the ridge. We also located another legend: the cabin that Glen Poulsen's dad built that everyone seemed to have heard of, but had never seen.

Participants: Jeff, FF, Sue, Susie, Shaggy, Kim; Beth and Starker; Ken and his peculiar-looking dog, Skeena; Dave and his zinc-oxide and fabulous sunglasses.

Beth's gear recommendation: colorful sunglasses!


















The next day, Beth, Kim, Jeff and FF skied from Alpine to Homewood in a blasting, freezing, stupid, ridgetop wind.

Thank the gods that there were french fries at the end.

 
Beth's gear recommendation: anchor to prevent accidental ridge departure...