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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By Ann Driggers
Monday, February 2, 2009
Being a weekend warrior, it is a rarity that all the key ingredients come together to make the perfect backcountry ski outing. This past weekend I was lucky enough that the recipe could be followed to a T. Ingredients Avalanche danger rating of moderate on most aspects Unlimited amounts of powder Bluebird skies and warm sunshine Five skiers well matched in terms of speed, ability and interest Method Place key ingredients in classic backcountry ski terrain of the Raggeds Wilderness. Set skiers to slowly rise on skin track for 2,300 feet.
When fully risen at summit, prepare skiing utensils.
One at a time drop skiers into large bowl allowing each to carve turns in deep and steep powder.
Photo: Pete Harris
At sounds of hooting and hollering, drop another skier into bowl. Repeat with remaining skiers, beating snow well with each addition.
Once all five have settled at base of bowl, sprinkle with PB&J and water. Leave to rise again. Repeat above process as many times as desired. If snow becomes chopped due to excessive beating or whipping, place skiers into fresh bowl.
When fully cooked or darkness falls, whichever comes first, remove skiers from bowl and decorate with sunburned noses and goofy grins. Serve with chilled beer from snow bank. Makes five tired but extremely contented skiers. Memories can be kept for weeks in airtight container.
By Ann Driggers
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Here are some recent shots of my friends and family (probably ex after this post), who shall remain nameless, demonstrating the fine technique of the skiing wipeout. Please note they are all extremely good skiers and were performing these wipeouts purely for demonstration purposes. The following photos are not representative of their typical performance on skis. No one was injured during the demonstration. Disclaimer: Do not attempt to try this at home or without the supervision of professional wipeout artists such as these. Wipeout #1: A nice cruise through the shaded woods, a flat forest road lurks to capture the joyous but unsuspecting skier.....
Wipeout #2: A fun little jump looks good from above, but the landing angle was a recipe for disaster...strange the photographer didn't point this out from her vantage point below....
Wipeout #3: My favorite of all. This person just loves snow so much that they rather be at one with it. Not satisfied with faceshots while skimming along the surface, they prefer to flip upside down for a complete immersion experience. The problem with this technique is they eventually stop moving. And it gets awfully wet and cold if you make a habit of it. Still, makes for a cool photo.
By Ann Driggers
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Ski. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. We just returned from a fantastic three days at the Fowler-Hilliard hut, located above Camp Hale. Owned and operated by the 10th Mountain Division, it is a cozy but spacious hut, and beautifully situated at 11,500 feet where excellent skiing and touring opportunities abound. Nothing beats a good hut trip for an extended dose of the high mountain experience while staying in relative comfort. Normally I would load myself up with a heavy pack and ski the 5 miles and 2,500 feet climb into the hut. With the Vail Pass Recreation Area close by and numerous motorized trails we chose to access the hut via snowmobile over the summit of Ptarmigan Hill. Arriving at the hut we snagged the private bedroom, ate lunch and headed out to get some turns in, all before our hut mates showed up. The sun was shining and for the first time in several weeks the weather was warm - hand warmers and frost nipped feet became a (not so distant) memory. We made a run from the hut on south and east facing slopes where the snow was getting baked by the sun, knowing that the crust would eliminate these aspects from the search for quality skiing the next day.
Back at the hut we found the rest of our party installed and we spent the evening feasting on copious quantities of pasta, melting snow for water and playing hut Scrabble. Hut Scrabble is significantly more challenging than regular Scrabble since critical board letters and important pages of the dictionary are invariably missing. Although intensely frustrating it is an integral part of the hut experience.
The following morning the sun rose in a cloudless sky and we set out for a long and fun day on skis. The snow was deep and light on the shaded northerly aspects. Powder turns were accompanied by a tinkling sound as we sliced through the big hoar frost flakes on the surface. To call it good would be a ridiculous understatement.
We carved our signatures into the bowl behind the hut many times before stopping to refuel. Basking on a sunny ridge we snacked on cheese and crackers with a stellar view of the Mount of the Holy Cross off to our west. Next we took a longer run into McAllister Gulch, an area with tight trees but plenty of good snow. My new GPS rescued us from the deep, dark woods and had us skinning back up for yet another run before heading to the top of 12,000 feet high Resolution Mountain for a pre-arranged rendez-vous with the rest of our group.
On the summit we watched the sunset over the Sawatch and Gore Ranges before skiing back down to the hut at dusk. With almost 4,000 feet of vertical under our skins for the day, we were whipped.
Another fun evening was had, involving delicious food and great conversation around the fire, including a debate on the merits of either a slipper crampon or skins, designed to prevent skidding and falling on the icy path to the outhouse. The final day dawned, again sunny, warm and reminiscent of spring. Tired from the previous days exploits we took just a couple of short runs before retiring to the deck for sunbathing. In the afternoon we regretfully packed up our gear, cleaned the hut and headed back to civilization.
By Ann Driggers
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Throughout the year I try to get out for a good run at least twice a week before work. That means an 'alpine' start of 5:30 a.m. During the summer, early morning is the time to beat the heat and a pleasant time of day to run. In the winter it’s a different matter. Especially right now when the temperature inversion plaguing the Grand Valley has plunged it into the deep freeze. With temps in the single digits, 'cool' running is an understatement. Frigid would be a more accurate description.
But running in the dark on a snow packed trail is actually pretty cool and I’m not just talking about the temperature. For starters packed snow is a great surface to run on as it makes for relatively fast travel and the trail is easily and well lit by headlamp. And at times when there is a full moon, it’s almost bright enough to run without. The views are great too. The city lights twinkle down below as we run along the ridge from Widow Maker to Lemon Squeezer and on towards Kurt's Lane. Later in the winter we will be rewarded with running towards the sun as it rises over the Grand Mesa.
Cool runners work their way up the hill towards Widow Maker.
I admit there are times when I wonder how cool this cool running really is. Like after a fresh snowfall, when finding the trail is hit and miss, and it's a tough workout akin to running in sand. (If you ever see bizarre tracks in the snow seemingly wandering aimlessly in the Lunch Loop area, you know who it is.) Or an icy and treacherous trail results in a rolled ankle. Or when it takes the majority of the day to warm your frozen body, despite wearing ski gloves, several pairs of socks, numerous layers of clothes and a balaclava. But overall the pros outweigh the cons. Getting outside, whatever the weather, there is never a day when I regret a cool run.
An icy Lemon Squeezer results in a fall, as shown by the abnormal headlamp trail.
By Ann Driggers
Thursday, January 1, 2009
One of the best locations for skiing steep terrain in bounds with good snow, and the bonus of a high mountain experience, is Highlands Bowl at the Aspen Highlands ski area. Known simply as the ‘Bowl’, it’s also a good workout. A mandatory 750 foot hike up the ridge to the summit of 12,381 foot Highland Peak is required to reach the top of the Bowl. The first day after yet another (yeah go Ullr!) big storm cleared out of the Colorado mountains, Chad and I headed up to Highlands for fun skiing and to work off some of the holiday excess.
The Bowl can be a popular destination with a long line of hikers strung out along the ridge racing to get the goods. A single-track boot pack provides few opportunities to pass making the hike slow going. This day it was relatively quiet and I took the opportunity to take it slow myself. Sparkling ice particles floated in the air and the fresh snow squeaked and creaked under foot as we marched upwards under bluebird skies. Between the huffing and puffing, and with a quick look around, one could observe the significant avalanche activity following the recent storms. Highlands Bowl itself is major avalanche terrain and the ski patrol works hard to ensure its safety for skiers. At times we walked over snow blackened with the residue of explosives from their control work. After about 40 minutes we arrived at the summit, prayer flags fluttering in the cold wind. The 360 degree views north to the Flattops, east to the Sawatch and south, close and deep into the Elks, were stupendous. Highland Peak provides a direct view up Maroon Creek to the deadly Bells and Pyramid Peak anchored at the end of the valley.
After taking in the scenery, we launched into the east side of the bowl and skied chopped, fresh powder through the glades of the North Woods. The 3,000 feet descent brought us to the base of the Deep Temerity lift and we signed on for another lap. Second time around we rode the snow cat a short ways up. Although it doesn’t save much time on the hike the line was non existent and therefore hard to pass up given our leisurely pace of the day.
The ridge was deserted on our final climb. The sun hung low in the sky casting the bowl into shadow for the descent. This time I skied the center of the Bowl and tried to stop as little as possible. Quads screaming for relief coincided with the closure of the lifts, giving us good reason to retire to the bar. While hiking Highlands goes some way in working off the excess of Christmas, maintenance of stamina for the New Year celebrations was deemed necessary.