Part 2 of Nemo at Wildcat! Due to limited goPro juice, the footage only shows the first few hours of the day, although the best snow at the resort was in the morning. As usual, some great turns never made it on film, but I was psyched just to have a reason to use my new toy.
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The time was ripe for a nice weekend hike two weeks ago. Prior to the big storm we just got in NE, the snow situation was getting a bit depressing.
We picked our target-Cannon, and packed for a two-day stay on Fraconia ridge. We started the hike along with a big group decked out in the latest and greatest REI gear, and set out at a steady pace for the AMC hut at Lonesome Lake. When we reached the Lake about an hour later, there were a number of other people gathered, like us, excited to be there. We could see the hut just peaking out from the trees across the lake.
Takin’ a short break at the Lake
Catherine, as we reached Lonesome Lake.
The view from our bunkroom
We quickly got to the lodge to warm up, and drop our gear in a bunkroom, so we could start up the High Cannon trail to the summit. We knew we were in for a bit of an adventure when the only set of tracks ahead of us were a single trail of crampon points, though armed with microspikes, we steadily ascended.
Soon we burst out of the trees onto a cliff trail, ascending via worn 12+ ft ladder. The trail then flattened out through thick woods.
It felt very secluded nearing the top of Cannon.
At the summit, it was cold. Blowing snow clung to the lookout tower, and the lifts on the Cannon resort side were nearly empty at 2pm. There was one other couple at the top, who kindly took our photo….12 times.
One of…several shots at the peak.
I tried getting a better look at the slides, across the notch, but they looked pretty gnarly. Hopefully the situation is quickly changing this week.
Attempting to scope out the slides across the ridge as the fog rolled in.
As soon as we started the descent, we were excited about the thought of warming up at the hut, but the trail made for very slow going. Water ice covering the steep trail met us at every turn, causing me to bushwhack around more than once.
This was the actual trail, descending on the kinsman side. We had to bushwhack around.
A trail junction on the hike back.
We decided to mosey back to the hut rather than continue to North Kinsman, due to the fact I’d heard of no fewer than 4 separate groups saying they’d attempted the trail and were turned back.
Back at the lake enjoying the afternoon
Back at the lake we snacked and watched some kids play on the ice. The hut was Catherine’s favorite part. It was filled with Boy Scouts playing games, their leaders, one other couple, and a very over prepared group of eight. We shared food, exchanged stories, and generally had a great time. The lone caretaker was hard at work, providing hot water and keeping things moving.
Perusing some old logbook,s we discovered the origins of ‘tweeting’
In the un-heated bunk-rooms we threw on layers and arranged my assortment of sleeping bags, since neither of us own a winter bag. Luckily it worked out, and in the morning we rolled out of back, had a hearty breakfast with some warming tea, and headed out.
Daybreak across the ridge
The morning brought clear skies and warmer temps, making for a beautiful hike out.
Although we were cautious at first, after 30-50 people made it across the lake, we walked straight across in the morning.
Looking back at the Hut on the hike out.
Last weekend was right on the heels of the serious warm-up which occurred throughout the Northeast, and Sweeney and I were itching to do some touring. Despite the previously warm weather and sudden cold snap, the Avy danger was considerable on Saturday due to unexpectedly high winds and snowfall, which didn’t leave many safe options open. We decided to take what we could get, without getting ourselves in trouble.
Skinning up the Gulf of Slides Trail
Even so we had some fun touring in the woods, avoiding avalanche terrain and any slide paths. We took Kelly and Ben along with us as well, for their first East coast tour, and skied down the Sherbie which was nice and soft.
Incredible morning lighting framed the terrain on our way up to Jay.
Next the day we set our sights on Jay as we’d read they received a fair bit of snow over the weekend. As we parked a steep weather front greeted us, suddenly obscuring the mountain and bringing on huge wind gusts. Sweeney and I hit some woods near the Orchard where he kindly pointed out a cool feature and snapped some pics.
Me in the Jay Woods. Credit: Sweeney
Soon after, we met up with Rob and a few of our friends to hunt down the best snow and went for a bit of a walk.
We dropped into some woods and Sweeney went ahead to snap a few more photos.
Rob tears it up. Credit: Sweeney
Skier: Brett. Credit: Sweeney
Due to the winds, the lifts closed, and the day ended early. Sweeney and I headed home before it got too late.
Snow outlining Cannon cliffs as we headed home.
To ring in the New Year, I went to visit my parents in Europe for a long awaited family ski trip. The destination? The small town of Hintertux in the region of Tirol, Austria. It was my family’s first ski trip overseas. The area had just gotten a fair bit of snow allowing the ski areas to be mostly open by the time we arrived.
The view when we landed in Innsbruck.
The town of Hintertux is seated in a mountain valley at 1500m (nearly 5000 feet). From the floor of the valley, three separate gondolas take skiers up onto the Hintertux Glacier.
The view of the Glacier from our hotel. Photo credit: My sister Beth.
Our hotel, constructed in traditional Austrian style. Photo credit: Beth
We arrived in unusually warm conditions, with temps hovering right around freezing, causing fog, flat light, and low visibility for the first few days of the trip. Avalanche danger was moderate when we arrived, as indicated by the Tirol Avalanche center. I’d brought my touring gear along and was interested to see if I could get a guide or maybe at least do some inbounds skinning.
The hotel lounge, a good place to warm up. Photo credit: My Mom.
The first day we set out to explore what the glacier (Gletscher, in German) had to offer. We did a few warm up runs until I saw a closed, but tracked ‘ski route’ that looked promising and I convinced my dad and sister to check it out. Here’s some pics and footage:
The top of the ski route, which was pressed against a huge rock face.
A second look at the gully.
A short technical section at the bottom. Pictured: My sister on the left, my Dad on the right.
All of the footage and photos from on the mountains came from my phone or my Dad’s. I was attempting to purchase a goPro before the trip, but after a lot of runaround, I gave up. I think we got some good shots nonetheless.
We were taking it pretty easy, since it was really only the second day on skis this season for my family, the first being at the worlds largest indoor ski area in the Netherlands.
Unfortunately visibility was next to nothing at the top of the glacier, which is at 3250m (Just over 10,000 feet). It gave us occasional vertigo to look down and see a white canvas beneath, with no indications of the piled up powder and rolling terrain.
The next day was similar, with temps edging a little higher, causing the avalanche danger to start a rising trend. We made the best of it, but most of it did not get caught on camera.
The third day brought a 20″ storm to the valley, which hit all the lower mountains near the town of Mayrhofen up to Hintertux. The resort seemed empty so we got out and had some great runs in deep snow, though I could tell the unfamiliar heavy powder was tiring out my family. Due to the unusual warmth and large quantities of snow, there was active sluffing outside the resort, the avalanche warning lights were spinning, and I spotted many glides avalanches down lower, even in the backyard’s of homes in the valley.
Notice the slides in the right side of the photo, with a dusting of snow on top.
We caught of bit of footage of me doing some storm skiing.
My sister and I enjoying the distinct lack of visibility.
We were able to nearly ski back to our hotel at the end of the day.
We went down into Mayrhofen for an afternoon, which is only at 800m, despite being barely 17 km away. The trip allowed me to exercise my fading German vocabulary, asking for help with the bus schedule, and of course ordering beers.
The last day of skiing we finally got the views we were hoping for. We headed down to the Penken resort near Mayrhofen to ski the notorious Harakiri, the steepest groomed trail in Austria, at 78% grade, or something like 38 degrees. There were blue skies, and nearly two feet of fresh snow to enjoy! Everywhere you looked there were craggy peaks. The Austrians didn’t seem to have any qualms about skiing right past or around sluffs and soft snow slides on out of bounds terrain, despite the avalanche danger being ‘high’ for the past two days.
My sister kindly shot a video of me in some pow on a mellow pitch.
My Dad getting pysched about the Harakiri
While attempting to video my Dad and sister, I caught this poor woman on film falling all the way down the Harakiri main pitch. Turn up the sound part way in for a truly terrified scream.
The rest of the day was nothing but gorgeous views.
Looking across the valley.
Trail closed, though I was tempted to check it out.
The last day we went back to Mayrhofen for some sightseeing, after some morning photos.
Credit: My Mom
Credit: My Mom
Summer hiking trail signs
We took the 150 person capacity tram up the Ahorn, which was in a whiteout of thick fog. Luckily my sister got some good photos of the valley and the Penkenbahn lift. Having a delicious last meal on the peak didn’t hurt either.
The Penkenbahn in Mayrhofen. Credit: Beth
Credit: Beth
The trip was amazing. It was great to see my family together for the first time since May. The skiing, while not extreme, was thoroughly enjoyable, and amplified by the locale.