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Showing posts with label black diamond skis. Show all posts

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Skiing with the little ones

Our plan is simple: do whatever it takes to get the kids skiing. Sometimes that means no runs for us. Sometimes that means driving for twice as long as we actually end up skiing.

We keep at it. Wearing down the their resistance. Yes, that's it...resistance is futile...skiing is fun...skiing is fun...skiing is fun.

And it's working!


good, weight forward turns - we told him to put his hands on his knees
weight back - plenty of time to fix that. I'll make it a part of the "stand on the sweet spot" lesson
wheeeeeeee!


getting the evil eye from O



By the end of the (lift served) season N was doing blue runs top to bottom without help. Next year we'll add some more lessons between our legs to help a narrower stance, get the feel of edging and introduce weighting and unweighting - the flow from turn to turn. And how to get up on his own. Especially how to get up on his own.
Next year O gets to go leashless.

great slush in the sun

Dilly Dally Alley

go N!

asleep. not kidding


O was asleep until about 1/4 way down Mary Jane run. Then he REALLY liked it!







































A great day in the slush. The kids skied more than ever before.
The adults actually skied (we even got one good bump run apiece at the end of the day).

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Skiing at least once a month, year-round, really makes you grateful for Winter. No matter how skimpy or late or icy or crusty a Winter season's snow might be, it's WAY better than late Summer "snow." Whoo-boy can it get bad!

Still, it gets us out.

We called on MAX, our '98 Toyota 4Runner (256k) to get us to a trailhead less traveled.
When we go to St. Mary's Glacier we park in a secret location and take a route that I call the "Elevator" up to the snow.  It's peaceful and quiet, has few boulders and no dog poop or broken glass. note the way the skis are carried: there's a single VoilĂ© strap around the bindings with a carabiner holding it on the pack. this is a great way to carry skis when there're a lot of trees to go under. I've never seen anyone else carry skis like this so I'm going to claim first-inventor dibs on it


the Elevator is a charming little path. this is one of the few leisurely sections. some of our favorite hiking gear: Boba kid carrier, Patagonia puffy jacket, OR puffy hat, ThinkTank camera bag (Mirrorless Mover 25i),  Helinox adjustable poles

At Saint Mary's "glacier" most of the skiing is above and out of sight. For steeps one could ski the bottom edges but it's rough, icy, and if you fall you will get very hurt (at the least). So we stay above. It's always better to live to ski another day...plus that's where we can bring the kids, of course.
icy lumpy goodness looms behind us 
It's a short trip but you can see the gear piles up quickly.
N hangs out (in a Chair Zero, of course) while O explores. Behold our pile of ski equipment goodness: thrashed Black Diamond Kilowatts and Joules (way behind the performance of modern skis but solid performers), Scarpa T2 and T2X boots (still THE tele boots I recommend; their flax ergonomics are exceptional), Helinox poles (ultralight and have a fantastic adjustment system). kids got whatever we found that was small enough. looks like the Lucky Bums skis (the little wood ones) are almost ready for hanging on the wall. the white pack is a custom Spectra pack I made for my 1996 Denali trip while I was at Kelty. lightweight, huge and handy - just how I like my packs. lest I forget to mention: the best wax for Summer snow is red glide wax ironed in and thoroughly scraped clean
I thought to myself: hey this isn't so bad this year...

we use the Boulder Ski Deals trade-in program for N's ski gear
...spoke too soon. the sun-cupped roughness of it all is one of Summer skiing's great joys. dirt that can stop your skis dead is another. together, they let us cross off yet another August ski. teamwork!



a connoisseur's take on this year's dirt: less sandy than usual, making this a more supple, smoother vintage. strong notes of detritus from the tundra above dominate the visual palette but the spatial multi wavelength character of the the suncups and ruts kept one's attention. the verdict: we've skied worse
oddly enough, conditions were like rail-riding in a terrain park; first one way, then the other

T: "what the hell was that?"


N get's a spin (no pics of O doing his obligatorys) 


Our tallies of months-in-a-row skiing:
M: 371
T: 59

We still need to sit down and figure our sons' official tallies. They're going to look something like this:
N: XX (+ X carried + 9 in utero)
O: X (+ X carried + 9 in utero)