What a dissapointment. We arrived at the hill for the first lift ready to enjoy all the snow that fell yesterday, to find that it had rained overnight.
It was like riding on concrete, I did one run and went back to the hostel. I saw Grandad Shred again, next time I'll try and get a picture.
I've popped a few more pics on FlickR, check them out.
Nathan
Monday, 5 February 2007
There are 10 kinds of people in the World.....
Those that understand binary, and those that don't.
It finally snowed, about 4/5 cms. The groomed runs that have been getting really hard are now a joy to ride. We hiked again today, and found some nice turns.
Tonight, there will be no beer (and certainly none of the B52's that Fernandes bought 5 rounds of last night). I'm going to be waiting for the lifts to open tomorrow like an impatient OAP outside Boots on Saturday morning.
Didn't take many pics today, it was cold and I was lazy.
Soundtrack to the day: (I made a classic rock playlist)
Skynyrd - freebird
Dylan- The man in me
Cocker - woman to woman
America - A horse with no name
The Who - Eminence front
Eddie Money - two tickets to paradise
Zeppelin - Immigrant song (live version with polite clapping at end)
Zeppelin - Stairway
Boston - smokin'
Creedence - Sweet hitch hiker, Lookin' out my back door
Grand Funk Railroad - Some kind of wonderful
G'n'R - Sweet child O' mine
Huey Lewis and the News - The power of love
Hendrix - fire, All along the watchtower, stone free
Kravitz - Always on the run
Neil Young - Southern Man, rockin' in the free world
Queens of the stone age - Feel good hit of the summer, No one knows
Rod Stewart - Young Turks
Rolling Stones: 19th nervous breakdown, Ruby Tuesday, Paint it, black
Warren Zevron - Werewolves of london
Wolfmother - Woman
It finally snowed, about 4/5 cms. The groomed runs that have been getting really hard are now a joy to ride. We hiked again today, and found some nice turns.
Tonight, there will be no beer (and certainly none of the B52's that Fernandes bought 5 rounds of last night). I'm going to be waiting for the lifts to open tomorrow like an impatient OAP outside Boots on Saturday morning.
Didn't take many pics today, it was cold and I was lazy.
Soundtrack to the day: (I made a classic rock playlist)
Skynyrd - freebird
Dylan- The man in me
Cocker - woman to woman
America - A horse with no name
The Who - Eminence front
Eddie Money - two tickets to paradise
Zeppelin - Immigrant song (live version with polite clapping at end)
Zeppelin - Stairway
Boston - smokin'
Creedence - Sweet hitch hiker, Lookin' out my back door
Grand Funk Railroad - Some kind of wonderful
G'n'R - Sweet child O' mine
Huey Lewis and the News - The power of love
Hendrix - fire, All along the watchtower, stone free
Kravitz - Always on the run
Neil Young - Southern Man, rockin' in the free world
Queens of the stone age - Feel good hit of the summer, No one knows
Rod Stewart - Young Turks
Rolling Stones: 19th nervous breakdown, Ruby Tuesday, Paint it, black
Warren Zevron - Werewolves of london
Wolfmother - Woman
Saturday, 3 February 2007
Beard progress 3
Days since last shave: 8
Current look: Scruffy as hell
Beard inspiration: Still Grandad Shred.
p.s. I'm a little worried about the hair below my bottom lip. It's inexplicably blond compared to the rest...
Current look: Scruffy as hell
Beard inspiration: Still Grandad Shred.
p.s. I'm a little worried about the hair below my bottom lip. It's inexplicably blond compared to the rest...
BC/DC
The most inspired tribute band name ever?
Today I've been wondering whether there are any men between 18 and 30 left in Australia. Between the barstaff in London and the massive majority here, there can't be many left...
Today I hitched to the hill for the first time. It's so common place that you don't even have to exchange stories in turn for your lift. Same old weather, so I amused myself by fashioning a walkie-talkie headset for my helmet and filling my new heli-pack with stuff. I'm particularly excited about my "deployable pocket".
Soundtrack to the day: Boston "more than a feeling", Lynnard Skynnard "freebird", Chemical Brothers "Afrikkkka"
Today I've been wondering whether there are any men between 18 and 30 left in Australia. Between the barstaff in London and the massive majority here, there can't be many left...
Today I hitched to the hill for the first time. It's so common place that you don't even have to exchange stories in turn for your lift. Same old weather, so I amused myself by fashioning a walkie-talkie headset for my helmet and filling my new heli-pack with stuff. I'm particularly excited about my "deployable pocket".
Soundtrack to the day: Boston "more than a feeling", Lynnard Skynnard "freebird", Chemical Brothers "Afrikkkka"
Friday, 2 February 2007
Beard progress 2
Days since last shave: 7
Current look: Mature student
Beard inspiration: Grandad shred, as I've named him. Think Uncle Albert from Only Fools and Horses on a snowboard.
Current look: Mature student
Beard inspiration: Grandad shred, as I've named him. Think Uncle Albert from Only Fools and Horses on a snowboard.
I've come to the Mall by mistake!
Friday: A day off, prompted by illness, tiredness and no more snow.
We took the bus to Trail today. A day away from the slopes and an expedition to find yet more gadgetry, haircuts and interesting photos.
Trail is a small mining town with the biggest Zinc smelting facility in Canada, and not a lot else. As soon as we'd arrived, I was wishig that I'd stayed watching the Lumberjack Olympics at the hostel (I didn't make that up).
First up was axe throwing, onto a target. Then chopping a vertical log against the clock. Next up chopping a log that you're standing on, between your legs (looked unnecessarily dangerous to me). This exciting sport was finished off with sawing (both manual and chain). I hope they don't have any "what happened next" footage.
We made our second mistake of the day by venturing onwards to a mall. On arrival, I realised we had ventured into the arena of the unwell, and we had to make our escape. 2 tortuous buses later and we were back in Rossland. I've never been so happy to see this little one street town.
Later in the evening I discovered that paying someone else $25 to wax your board is a bargain.
We took the bus to Trail today. A day away from the slopes and an expedition to find yet more gadgetry, haircuts and interesting photos.
Trail is a small mining town with the biggest Zinc smelting facility in Canada, and not a lot else. As soon as we'd arrived, I was wishig that I'd stayed watching the Lumberjack Olympics at the hostel (I didn't make that up).
First up was axe throwing, onto a target. Then chopping a vertical log against the clock. Next up chopping a log that you're standing on, between your legs (looked unnecessarily dangerous to me). This exciting sport was finished off with sawing (both manual and chain). I hope they don't have any "what happened next" footage.
We made our second mistake of the day by venturing onwards to a mall. On arrival, I realised we had ventured into the arena of the unwell, and we had to make our escape. 2 tortuous buses later and we were back in Rossland. I've never been so happy to see this little one street town.
Later in the evening I discovered that paying someone else $25 to wax your board is a bargain.
Thursday, 1 February 2007
I will never play, the bard
It was with a twinge of melancholy, as I woke this morning to realise that I would never play the bard. Still, it could be worse. I spent all day snowboarding.
Prevaling weather is still rubbish, with a weird temperature inversion (cold at the bottom, warm at the top. no snow).
I've been riding groomed pistes mostly, perfecting the art of riding just a little bit faster than I find comfortable (about 30mph according to Dan's GPS geek device).
I saw my beard hero today, a 60 year old boarder with a grey beard like Father Christmas. He was on the very first lift, and shredded up the hill all day.
The bus to the hill is driven by a young bloke called Travis, who has an Amish beard and a very friendly dog.
The hostel is almost completely filled with Aussies and Scandies. Someone introduced himself as "from london" but even he's Aussie. Still, at least there's no moodie French lifties.
Snow is forecast.....
Prevaling weather is still rubbish, with a weird temperature inversion (cold at the bottom, warm at the top. no snow).
I've been riding groomed pistes mostly, perfecting the art of riding just a little bit faster than I find comfortable (about 30mph according to Dan's GPS geek device).
I saw my beard hero today, a 60 year old boarder with a grey beard like Father Christmas. He was on the very first lift, and shredded up the hill all day.
The bus to the hill is driven by a young bloke called Travis, who has an Amish beard and a very friendly dog.
The hostel is almost completely filled with Aussies and Scandies. Someone introduced himself as "from london" but even he's Aussie. Still, at least there's no moodie French lifties.
Snow is forecast.....
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