I heard the the giant reflector panels were coming down so I had to go investigate.
Free Steel: Say goodbye to the mysterious panels on the south ridge of Mt. Wire.
I can’t really say that I’m happy or sad to see them go. They’ve just always been there, a marker on the way up, something to walk by. Now the familiar slopes of Mount Wire suddenly feel nude, like a freshly shaved chin.
I just finished Stephan Grundy’s retelling of the 4000 year old epic, Gilgamesh. It’s been unnerving to come to terms with the fact revealed in the book that, unlike technological advances, human nature really hasn’t changed since the beginning of civilization. I highly recommend the tome and its fascinating depiction of ancient culture and humanity. And, as a urban bound wilderness enthusiast, I found this entry particularly haunting and wanted to share it here:
“Enkidu sat alone under the far hard gleams of the stars, with a flap of the wool cloak raised over his head, watching hard through the cold moonlight for the slinking gray shadows and listening for the bleats of a sheep trapped by wolves, or the bubbling death-breaths of prey with its throat crushed by a lion’s jaws. Though now and again his head nodded into a lion’s nap, he was always able to jerk himself awake again, remembering that he was a man. Then the tears came to his eyes, cold in the moonlight—and he did not know whether he wept for pacing the hills, or whether it was the warm huts of the village, where each curled against their most beloved, that stung his lids with salt. Yet the night air tasted clean in his lungs with no dusting of burning dung; and yet it was good to hold the smooth wood of spear and bow-shaft, knowing that with it he bore the weight of human trust, warm as the cloak that wrapped his shoulders.”
Thanks to excellent corn conditions as of late, the freaks mobilized for a Deseret Peak multisport outing.
My previous design for strapping skis to my bike didn’t allow for medium to small radius turns. Needless to say, a re-design was in order.
A Wald Twin Carrier Basket proved the way to go. It held two pairs of ski boots perfectly snug. Hanging the skis off the back prevented break cable issues, and some rafting straps cammed everything into a nice bundle. Then came the best part of the bike ride: Skiing!
Years ago a Canadian told me that Mt. Saint Nicholas made a nice day tour from the Bow Hut. After finally seeing it in person I’m not so sure “nice” is the best descriptor!
After suffering through a sleepless night of high winds at camp 1, we dug camp 2 in deep, and had an amazing sunrise before the skies turned back to grey.
Like an ant on an icy watermelon, the highlight was descending from our Mount Collie camp down to the Des Poilus Glacier on the most gigantic rollover ever.
The Des Poilus glacier ended in a gentle tongue we happily slid down. We’re now ready for the syncronized-roped skiing contest thanks to Des Poilus! Isolated Peak and our destination, Isolated Col, on the horizon (directly above PowderPrincesses backpack).
I feel kinda bad about the fact that it’s January and I’ve posted so very little about actual skiing. I feel it’s my responsibility as an irregular ski blogger to inspire the uninspired to get out there and ski. But, there comes a point when it’s just time to move on.
If winter doesn’t want to come, why act like it has?
So, since winter has been avoiding me, I decided to avoid winter. I went out to Antelope island with a baguette, goats cheese, olive oil, and my camera and tripod. I took my neutral density filter so that I could take long exposures in the broad daylight. I took pictures that required long periods of waiting. So here you go. Pictures not of skiing, but of waiting for skiing…
With things being what they are in Utah, a quick out-of-state experience was in order. Team Freak turned to the dark side and went to colorado. Mesa Verde, Silverton, Durango, Pagosa Springs, Wolf Creek Pass, and Ridgeway were visited in search of hot springs, killer tacos, and maybe even some nice surface hoar.
Interior of a kiva in Mesa Verde National Park, Colorado
I like to take picture of doors, but in this case it's the passage...
colorado surface hoar near Wolf Creek Pass. Yes, there was powder and yes it was deep.