Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Desert Season

I haven't been down south this season, but it's getting to be about that time. This line in the Swell still needs a free ascent.
The top part is a bit foreshortened in the picture, but the corner is about 100' long of #4 to #6 Camelots. I blew my lead attempt on it last fall, but then figured out how to cruise the route via foot cams, hip/shoulder scums, and hand stacks on top rope. The correct technique definitely lowered the difficulty from 5.11 to 5.10, which is significant for me in the desert (5.11 there is hard).

Saturday, April 11, 2009

The Heart of Darkness

Due to the lack of any real, good skiing to do, Will and I went up to ski into the Heart of Darkness. I'd wanted to ski this ever since I first heard about it - the aesthetics of skiing a narrow line between 80 foot rock walls just always sounded like fun.

On the approach - heart of darkness improbably cuts through the big cliffs at left.
Me about to ski down into (and hopefully through) the heart of darkness. Note how close the tips and tails of my skis are to the walls.
Looking down the chute (without me standing in the way). It looks much wider than it actually is. At this point, Will has realized that his skis are 7 cm longer than mine, and having already cursed the extra length is busy snapping photos in an effort to stall for time.
Me "skiing". At this point, I was through the choke and the chute had widened to and then beyond a spacious 3 meters. The choke was more like 2.5 meters. Turning there was quite sporting - your only chance was to try to jump and turn a complete 180 degrees (otherwise you'd get to know the walls a little too intimately). The picture clearly shows that I've read the steep skiing tips from the Chuting Gallery, as I've successfully managed to get all 4 limbs moving in different directions.
Looking back up:
All photos shot by Will Morris.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

March Roads

The spring thaw has allowed longer rides finally. Two weeks ago I took an 80-miler to Merrickville and back, a small town in the country along the Rideau river canal-lock system that allowed the barges of old to travel from the st. Lawrence to reach Lake Ontario without brushing against the border where they would be easy prey for those pesky raiders from the southland. By the time the locks were built, US-Canada relations warmed and the canal was not needed. Now it is used by gaudy motor boats chuging up and down the lock-system all summer from Ottawa to the Thousand Island archipelago in Lake Ontario.




You pass through miles and miles of bumpy country roads along streams, barns, and corn fields as far as you can see.

Monday, April 06, 2009

Not bad for April

Saturday:

Sunday:

More photos and details to be added once I have eaten my way out of calorie debt.