Friday, March 20, 2009 at 10:43PM Monday, March 2, 2009 at 10:33PM Monday, March 2, 2009 at 11:00AM Lots happening lately but somehow no blog entries?>!? Well Steve Romeo of Tetonat.com , and friends came up for the Kootenay Cold Smoke Powder Festival and afterwards they came and visited Roger's Pass. Being a man of the Selkirks I always like to impress people with our mountains, their size, skiability and quantity/quality of snow needs to be shown off. Sometimes it doesn't work and people leave a little dejected; Andrew Mclean's experiences have never been great.
With a new load of snow over a variety of weaknesses in the snow pack, I wondered how adventurous we would get. The first day I took them up to Bruins pass and on the way we witnessed an avalanche incident, and thought we were going to be digging people out. It turned out that they were okay, and had triggered a slide 200 m across with a 50 cm crown. Pretty sizable slide. Lots to be learned from their experience.
We had a few runs in Ursus trees and then climbed up the bed surface and went and skied 8812 bowl. 3500 feet of pretty decent skiiing. Steve was mildly impressed but I wanted to give them a real tour.
The avalanche hazard being what it was I had to make sure we could move around safely while still getting a Roger's Pass experience. So we ventured towards the classic Young's Peak and the Seven Steps of Paradise. What a great day for such a fine tour, the mountains looked amazing and the tour was aesthetic.
The tour was superb and then powder was better than anticipated and we all had great turns to the valley floor. I hope Reed,Zee, and Steve enjoyed the Selkirks and I imagine they will be back for more someday.
Friday, February 20, 2009 at 09:32AM I sent Andrew my movie awhile ago and I finaly decided to read his review. I should probably keep this review, i think it's positive?
A month ago I received a suspicious looking unmarked package in the mail from Canada. On one hand it was too small to hold a bomb, but it could have easily been filled with Anthrax spores, so I opened it with extreme caution. To my dismay, a quick death by Anthrax would have been a blessing compared to what actually did fall out of the package - Greg Hill’s new video “The Unbearable Lightness of Skiing.”
It’s no secret that Greg still holds a grudge against me for repeatedly waxing his ass at snowcave cribbage during a trip to Alaska, but he obviously had not read the StraightChuter.com terms of product endor$ement which clearly states that any product up for consideration MUST be accompanied by one liter of 18 year-old Lagavulin, which this was not. The offensive disc was placed in a pile on the floor between “Sign Language for Toddlers” and “Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes” where I prayed for its quick demise by the dogs, baby or hopefully both. Grudgingly, I have to admit, Greg has made a very, very durable disc.
Greg Hill modeling a sausage prosthetic pinkie after losing the original digit to me in a cribbage match. By the end of the week there wasn't much left of him.
Then, just when I thought he’d forgotten about it, I get an email from him saying “drew, what the hell, are you going to review my movie on your stupid comment-less blog or what?” He also threw in a thinly veiled threat about releasing some lies concerning a “nurse” who checked my tonsils when we accidentally stumbled into the Great Alaskan Bush Company, so with great reluctance, I ran a virus scan on the disc and plugged it into my computer.
There are a lot of reasons to fear a Canadian ski movie, first and foremost being the potential for a Bryan Adams soundtrack (he’s Canadian you know…), but again to Greg’s credit, he was able to pirate some decent tunes so you can watch the movie with the sound turned on, which is a nice touch. Greg also mentioned that “The Unbearable Lightness of Skiing” (TULS) had been selected for the Banff Film Festival, although I was sure he had confused that with the Baffin Film Festival which specializes in amateur videos of shooting caribou, gutting fish and canine husbandry, all things that Hill excels at. (Alas, it really was the famous Banff festival, so now his head will swell to the size of a grapefruit and conversations will be all about Greg swilling Malbec with Redford, Penn and Lopez while saving the Crab Eater Seal. Snort.)
Greg (on the right) back when he use to chew the fat with little people like Mike Pennings (left).
But on to the video. The first thing you notice is that it is mercifully short, like ten minutes (I’ll be ripping a copy to my YouTube channel soon). This is good as it cuts to the chase and gets right down to the skiing without wasting a lot of time trying to inject character development and meaning into the lowest form of ski bumming, the Ski Mountaineer. Greg achieves this quick pace through clever use of narration and time lapse videography which captures the big-picture idea of ski mountaineering without dwelling on the tedium of a 12,000′ vertical approach. Hill also uses a variety of novel camera angles (extended boom POV helmet cam) which show skiing in a new and fun way. This was probably just a happy accident, but the effect is nice.
It’s apparent that Hill hasn’t seen many ski videos (DVD technology has yet to make it to Revelstoke, BC) as TULS is completely unlike any other ski video in that it focuses on the skiing and the bigger experience, not just skiers throwing gang signs. That said, watching it gives you a good idea of the inner workings of Greg’s brain as it alternates between fast/fast/slow, uphill, downhill, big pictures versus details, terror versus rewards and why anyone would want to hike uphill for hours on end when for only 100 Loonies you could be riding a chairlift.
With all this glowing praise, you might ask “So, what’s bad about TULS?” As anyone who has skied the poxy little rain-soaked Revelstokezone can tell you, the deep, endless powder shots and striking scenery were most likely PhotoShopped. Also, while Greg does alright on the uphills, his skiing abilities can be described as Advanced Intermediate (at best) and he fails to credit whoever did the stunt-double skiing in his segments. As a last little annoyance, subtitles would be useful for the Canadian-to-English translations of terms like “deeking,” and “flowy.”
Overall, I admit that I enjoyed “The Unbearable Lightness of Skiing.” Greg did a great job of putting it together (although his wife probably did it for him) and it makes an excellent addition to your skiing library. All proceeds from the film go towards Greg’s continuing ski education and purchase information can be found HERE.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009 at 07:14PM There is something to be said about skiing lines that you can see from the highway.
As you approach Revelstoke from the West, somewhere past Sicamous you enter the first of the monashee mountains. Large hills and smallish mountains surround you and then all of a sudden the first alpine face screams down at you. Mt-English towers over the highway and I can never help but stare and get excited about being home.
It's North West face hints at an amazing line. There appears to be a chute that slices down from the summit and exits onto a lagre alpine face. From the highway; its tough to tell whether or not it goes, the chute is so deep that you cannot guess if it goes with rocks or without.
Last season I flew over the area and was able to finally see directly down the chute and I was psyched to see that it went clean.
Ever since that flight I have known that I would ski this line this year. All my information was gathered and it was simply time to wait for the conditions.
The conditions were there today and we shredded this line in fine style. Easy sled up, quick tour to the ridge, ramble along the ridge, quick powder turns, up the glacier and boot pack to the summit. Wrap around and into the chute, be blown away by how deep and curved it is, jump turn the 1000 foot chute, peel out and onto the face, enjoy awesome facetted powder turns down the face, eek around a few cliffs and center punch it to the bottom. Perfect.
And now in twenty years when I haven't skied in over a decade I will be driving the Trans canada back to a town I once lived in and I will look up and be reminded of a great adventure I had years before.