The Outdoor Junkie

The Outdoor Junkie is a blog by Ann Driggers, a backcountry bon vivant who lives to hike, run, ride, ski and climb in the great outdoors, and is most often found roaming through the red-rock canyons and mountains of Western Colorado.

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A Backcountry Classic with Chocolate Topping

By Ann Driggers
Thursday, April 9, 2009

From the viewpoint on Highlands Peak at Aspen Highlands ski area, North Hayden Peak stands out big time. Though several miles away, a skiers eye is drawn to the broad north face, as were ski area developers in the 1930’s. Luckily, plans for ‘Ski Hayden’ fell through, leaving this beautiful ski descent to those who prefer to earn their turns and enjoy the solitude of the backcountry. I recently had the opportunity to make my first pilgrimage to this Elk Range classic with ski partner Scott McCurdy. We left the trailhead early in the morning as the day was forecast to be warm and snow conditions to become less stable later in the day. After crossing Castle Creek by shimmying across a fallen tree, we passed through a meadow and began the long climb (4,316 feet to be precise) up a steep sided drainage through dense forest. The terrain was a little tricky to navigate and we skinned a fine line between being cliffed out while steep sidehilling on the one side and bushwhacking in the bottom of drainage on the other. As Scott had been there before we managed to follow the correct route and not get into too much trouble. After the first 2,300 feet of climbing the dark forest finally spat us out at the base of the Stammberger face, named after the famous extreme ski pioneer Fritz Stammberger, who was the first to ski the steep 45 degree slope.

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Another two hours of laboring and we reached the summit of North Hayden Peak at 13,316 feet. Taking in the views of the surrounding Elk Mountains, we were disappointed to see the usually snowy summits streaked reddish brown. It was sad to see even the highest and most majestic peaks, such as Maroon, Capitol and Pyramid, had not escaped the thick layers of dust from recent wind storms.

Scott launches from the summit. The dust layer is quite apparent on the highlands ridge behind.

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Fortunately the dust was covered by 6 inches of snow for our descent and we made hero turns in windbuffed powder on the upper face. Lower down we threaded our way through the gullies at the side of the Stammberger, which we decided to avoid due to the funky looking snow. We confirmed Ski Hayden is worthy of its reputation as a Colorado classic backcountry ski.

Skiing the upper face of Hayden.

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The signatures of a backcountry skier - skin track and turns

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In contrast to the easy skiing above, varied and challenging snow conditions dictated survival skiing in the thick forest on the lower slopes. Northerly shaded aspects were cold wintery powder, westerly and southerly aspects sun crusted and east facing slopes were almost corn snow, but not quite. Feeling quite the snow experts at this point, we creatively named it 'hominy' snow. The snowpack is still in its transition phase from winter to spring. The full impact of the recently added dust layers remains to be seen but does not bode well for the spring ski season. When we returned to the meadow we had crossed just five hours earlier, it had changed from a vanilla latte to dark chocolate milk, and the snowpack had visibly shrunk.

Is this really snow?

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It seems our snow is going a lot quicker this year than usual. But I hope not, as I have a lot more backcountry classics, such as Ski Hayden, on the list, and the spring ski season has barely begun.

Ski Hayden from the trailhead. Our ski tracks are visible if you have either really good eyes or computer screen.

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Foiled Again

By Ann Driggers
Thursday, April 2, 2009

It’s been a wee while since I wrote my first and only post about kiting. Kiting silence on the blog does not reflect reality. I have been able to get out and practice a fair few times both in the park and on the snow. However the conditions haven’t always been too favorable with winds either dead calm or close to hurricane force. Of course I have had plenty of fun trying, whether snoozing in the grass at Canyon View waiting for the wind to pick up, shooting across a snowy meadow whilst being lashed by willows, or scattering geese on the thawing ice of Lake Dillon. Indeed entertainment has not been in short supply, but progress has.

Kiting at Canyon View or Waiting for the Wind.

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However, an opportunity to proceed beyond the comedy show recently beckoned. I was invited to receive a lesson from the best snowkiting instructors in the country, who happened to stop by the Mesa one afternoon this week. Furthermore conditions promised to be good with a forecast for 10 to 15 mph winds and a recent dump of fresh powder providing a soft landing for the inevitable wipeouts. With great anticipation I drove up the Mesa. But upon arriving at the Lands End Road the weather forecast looked kind of wrong. Actually it was very wrong. A quick check of the anemometer revealed sustained winds in the low 20’s with gusts of 30 mph. The temps were in the single digits, wind chills were well below zero and it was snowing about an inch per hour. Uggh! 

Still, all the students were very enthusiastic, as were the instructors, so we headed out into the meadow to begin our lessons.

Enthusiasm withstands the nasty weather.

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We were barely 30 minutes into the proceedings before I had a white patch growing on my cheek - the first signs of frost nip. I had to return to the warmth of the truck to take care of it. After that I had a very hard time getting warm again and the weather continued to be pretty nasty, so my afternoon was spent hunkered down inside.

My view for the majority of the afternoon. Yes, that does say 9 F at 3:08 p.m. Lovely springtime weather!

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So unfortunately, I wasn’t able to make much in the way of progress but I did manage to snap some photos of the pros ripping across the snow. Hopefully I will luck out soon and the right weather conditions will coincide with my kiting attempts. I swear it wont be long before I too am jetting through the powder behind a kite. The pros show us how its done:

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They have some fine tricks too...

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And some goofy ones....

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MOG Sale and Outdoor Festival

By Ann Driggers
Wednesday, April 1, 2009

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Saturday April 11th brings the 4th Annual Manufacturers of Outdoor Gear (MOG) and Outdoor Festival to downtown Grand Junction. If you are interested in screaming deals on outdoor gear and clothing (who isn't?), or catching the Telluride Mountain Film Festival or hanging with fellow outdoor folks at the LOKI party, this is the event of the year. See you there!

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Going Big

By Ann Driggers
Sunday, March 29, 2009

- big adjective big-ger, big-gest, 1. large, as in size, height, width or amount, 2. of major concern, gravity, importance or the like, 3. outstanding for a specified quality. Yesterday was a big day in the San Juan's. My ski buddy Jack Brauer, along with friends Parker and Aimee, skied two big lines which added up to around 5,000 feet of vertical. The recent storm refreshed the relatively consolidated snowpack with a foot of powder, allowing us to center punch north faces in fantastic conditions. Here's how the day went down: Jack and Parker skin up on their splitboards through light wind buffed powder. The San Juan mountains above Red Mountain Pass provide the back drop.

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After two hours of climbing we receive our reward, the first descent of the day. Parker rides between the rails - mine and Aimee's ski tracks.

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The bottom of the face converges into a large gully, all of it serious avalanche terrain. Jack enters the half pipe. Our run ends at the road far beneath us.

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Our second ascent of the day starts with a little creek jumping which was accomplished without mishap. Jack makes the leap:

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Above tree line our goal comes into view. This massive face is almost 2,000 feet long.

For more photos from this trip and others check out Jack Brauer's website.

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Jack continues the shredding.

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And keeps on going.

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Upon reaching the base of the face the valley curves around for even more descending and it was a couple of miles before we hit the road. After almost 8 hours and with barely a break, we reach the car exhausted but exhilarated, a combination which is achieved after a big day.

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Sky Chutes

By Ann Driggers
Sunday, March 22, 2009

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Without fail, every one of the many times I have driven I70 over Vail Pass, as I round the corner past Copper ski area, my eyes lock onto the Sky Chutes. An improbable feat of nature, the three couloirs etch the word SKY onto the west side of the Ten Mile Range. Reportedly these chutes are classic ski lines and in my driving daydreams I have skied them many times. But never for real. Until this weekend. My husband, Chad and I were staying with friends in Breckenridge and I quickly found an excuse to forgo the $92 ice skating ticket. Save money and go ski the sky? It was a no-brainer for me, though I was unable to persuade anyone else to join me. No matter… The weather was forecast to be very warm and sunny, so I was eager to be up and out early on, and now I could make my own schedule. Despite the chutes westerly aspect and the snowpack being relatively consolidated, the previous day’s avalanche report of wet slides in the area had me a tad worried. As the sun rose, I crossed the Tenmile Creek and climbed directly into the base of the S chute. For the most part it was broad and flat, and about 50 feet wide as it snaked its way upwards through dark lodge pole forest. The slope angle was a mild 30 degrees, allowing me to skin all the way, though I was definitely loving my secret weapon, ski crampons.

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I took my time, climbing slowly and steadily at a pace befitting of someone who was playing air hockey interspersed with tequila shots just eight hours earlier. I stopped frequently and watched the sun’s rays slowly creep down the side of Copper Mountain. After climbing 2,500 feet I ran out of snow and reached the windblown and grassy ridge. Despite my rather laxidasical pace the sun had yet to penetrate the inner shadows of the S chute and the snow was icy. I was way ahead of the schedule for corn skiing. Time was needed for the chute to transform into the buttery snow I had dreamed of. I decided to wait. I found a comfy snow seat sheltered by a stunted tree and had a snack. I looked at the incredible views south over Tennessee Pass. I called my mum in England to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day (not the same Sunday as in the US). Luckily she didn’t answer the phone. She may have said “You are where?!” and “I’d rather hear about your adventures AFTER them and not during!” I waited some more. I called Chad. They were cooking bacon and eggs. That sounded rather good. My resolve to stay put began to crumble. My breakfast-less stomach started to grumble.

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I clicked into my skis and headed down, skiing the south facing side of the chute where the sun had lightly softened the snow. In just a matter of minutes I was back at the creek. I briefly entertained the idea of climbing up the adjacent K chute, but decided to leave it for another day. After all I need something else to dream about next time I drive over Vail Pass.

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