zappasguitar
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Telluride...
Oh HELL yeah! Went there many times! I always loved being able to ski right off the mountain into town!
Telluride...
You obviously couldn't ski blue ice without shitting your pants full and wiping out.Actually I took the train from Augsburg Germany to St. Moritz, drove to Kitzbuhl and the Zugspitz. All while a corporal in the US Army. Matter of fact the ONLY place I have ever purchased a plane ticket to go skiing was Utah. Snowbird is, in my opinion one of the best ski areas anywhere. 500+ inches of dry powder snow a year. I don't anyone that thinks skiing blue ice is good skiing.
Blue ice is here every early season, we ski it fine. In CO all conditions that can exist do. It's just better most of the time. Settling for constant blue ice is what you do when you don't know any better.You obviously couldn't ski blue ice without shitting your pants full and wiping out.
Why would you "scrape your wax job"? You should be on your edges all the time.Blue ice is here every early season, we ski it fine. In CO all conditions that can exist do. It's just better most of the time. Settling for constant blue ice is what you do when you don't know any better.
You can go down one mountain and go from powder to pack to ice all in one run. Scraping up your wax job all the time is nothing to be proud of.
Unless you are bowlegged you are turning and the base of the ski will be on the ice, being proud of skiing all the time in crappy conditions is like somebody being proud of going to a bad school. There really isn't anything to be proud of. You really do need to come out here and take a trip down some real runs. Scraping off your edge and wax job isn't something you should be running over with pride about.Why would you "scrape your wax job"? You should be on your edges all the time.
You should always be turning when you're skiing, unless you're on flats. And skis shoulder width apart, which may be bowlegged for some I suppose. I always look for the crappiest snow to make hard turns, because it makes me more prepared for race events when the courses develop ruts as big as Volkswagons.Unless you are bowlegged you are turning and the base of the ski will be on the ice, being proud of skiing all the time in crappy conditions is like somebody being proud of going to a bad school. There really isn't anything to be proud of. You really do need to come out here and take a trip down some real runs.
"Our runs suck more, and you couldn't handle that..."
Rubbish.
I don't race, I ski. I have skied double diamonds in Taos, Santa Fe, Purgatory, Snow Bird, Wolf Creek and a dozen other places. I have also skied in Killington and Stowe in VT, and while stationed in Germany I skied Kitzbuhl and Galtuer in Austria, the Zugspitz in Germany, Alpe d'Huez in France and St. Moritz in Switzerland. Rocky Mountain skiing is far superior to Eastern US skiing. My ex girl friend from Germany was floored by the quality of skiing available in New Mexico alone and if we had tine I would have blown her mind with Colorado.
My best wipe-out was hitting a GS gate perfectly centered with a ski tip. The other ski and me kept going but the tail of the first came up to about 90 degrees before its binding let loose. This resulting spring energy coupled with forward kinetic energy caused it to spin in a vertical plane while passing me on our way down the fall line. It hit the flag in front of me and continued to spin until fully entangled, and I parked my ass just downhill.
That sounds like quite a XC run. I started into that when I lived in upstate NY, as we could ski right out the back door and across miles of rolling farmland. There was a public XC area with groomed trails about 30 minutes south of Syracuse they we used to visit. It had marked trails in green, blue and black, and a central lodge with hot chocolate and snacks. This was all tracked runs and the trail named "Kamikaze" had a fairly steep run in tracks. Not possible to do any speed control or turns to slow you down.
I've never done telemark or anything like that. I always say that I would like to try it but alpine is just too much damn fun.
I used to do a lot of backpacking on foot during the spring and fall, never winter, and always in New Hampshire or western Massachusetts. My brother was seven years older and was never around, so I had to rely on friends, and you really have to know someone well to be able to pack with them.
One weekend during my college days I was invited by a high school friend- for this story I'll call him "Ralph"- and two of his buddies to go hiking in the southwest corner of Massachusetts. It was a nice hike, about 4 or 5 miles, and we had paid $2 to the Ranger at the trail head to reserve an old camp shack near the summit. We got up there around 5 pm and cleaned out the mice shit and set up camp.
About an hour later another groups walks in expecting to use the shack. There were two high school boys, two high school girls and their chaperons from a church group. Did they reserve it?- 'No". Did they have tent?- "Some." We made an agreement where the girls could stay in one section of the shack partitioned off by a tarp while the boys would cobble up a tent and stay in the woods. They were decent folk and that was that.
About 3 hours after dark we're all starting to call it a night when we hear this crashing noise down the trail followed by voices and all sorts of commotion. It's a group of about ten or so and they too are expecting to use the shack that we had reserved. These were western Massachusetts local "yahoos" with all the fixin's: Boom box powered by a car battery, axes to cut firewood, jugs of gasoline to start fires with green and wet wood, plastic tarps and clothesline rope for tents, cans of Dinty Moore, loaves of white bread, and a half keg of beer (dragged up on a hand truck) to wash it all down.
After their initial disappointment of not getting to stay in "their" shack we got along pretty well with them. They cut down trees and lit up a huge fire and set up a big camp all around it. There was of course more beer than we all could drink in a day and not that much time. I had two beers and went to sleep on a top bunk, not able to doze off due to the music and noise outside.
Ralph got himself wasted and apparently got rude on one of the girls from the local group. Her brother or boyfriend (trying to sleep at the time, I wasn't paying much attention) then apparently told him off and pushed him around. Old Ralph, being ever the coward and now drunk, went off on a string of curses on the guy and some of his friends. They all laughed at him which only accelerated his anger.
When he came into the shack later he was tossing shit around and sat/ fell down on top of one of the girls and started a big commotion. I told him to get his ass off the floor, shut the fuck up and go to bed. He came after me with a sheath knife.
I had both arms wrapped up inside the sleeping bag so I balled up and kicked my legs at him. I guess I knocked him to the ground because the other two guys from our group then got on top of him and took his knife away and dragged him to the opposite end of the shack. Needless to say I didn't sleep at all that night, Ralph and I ended our friendship and I'll never stay in a place like that again.
No freeze dried ice cream? It is the best!I venture more towards the ultra-light, although you won't find any drill holes on my toothbrush. And my pack is an Osprey Aether 75, rugged yet tending towards light. I also use a lot of freeze dried eggs and vegetables, but draw the line at dried meat, tending towards country ham and foil packets of tuna and salmon. Pasta is always a staple. My cookware is thin stainless that I've had for decades and I traded in my 8# Coleman single burner for an 8 oz MSR years ago.