OK, so we're no comparison for Kelley Haggith Nutbrown and Jonathan Nutbrown's wetlands, but I was excited to see a moose in our yard this morning!!! Of course armed only with only an iPhone and needing to get my slippers, it was outside the fence by the time I got a picture, so it's no National Geographic quality photo. We've seen coyotes, a big porcupine, lots of deer and this. We hear the area has big cats but haven't yet spotted one ourselves. Small cats and a medium size dog are easily spotted ; )
Saturday, 16 April 2016
I’m not much for religion, but I wouldn’t say I lack spirituality. I just don’t blast it outward much. Religious or not, Angels still exist. I just think they’re often misrepresented. The Angels I know don’t have wings and curls and white gowns. They’re ordinary people, or furry ; )
Our growing family has pets with hearts. They really don’t do anything else besides love, and chase hair elastics.
Until now: My browsing of online personal ads, err, furry personals, revealed Aspen. I was at work, and instantly just knew. From click to thinking about what to write in the adoption form was no more than 5 minutes. That’s not rash, we’ve been looking and discussing for a while. But when things are right and just meant to be, you know.
Aspen is all heart (in fact, she’s all recovered and has a fixed heart). She loves baby Brit, and likewise Brit is enthralled with her. We love her. She’s as cool as a cucumber. Just the short time she’s been in our house, we joked already that “Aspen, calm down” is a phrase we’ll never, ever have to say.
The other furballs have never shown such an easy welcome to another animal. They send out Milo first for recon.
Kelly Cerato you are an Angel to these animals and giving them the opportunity for new and improved lives. Friends - please review http://www.tailsofthemisunderstood.com if you’re looking at avenues to adopt animals. If you want a short story of good and evil in the world please read here: http://calgaryherald.com/news/local-news/pair-of-dogs-shot-with-arrows-and-left-for-dead-in-kananaskis-both-recovering-well-after-hours-of-surgery
Saturday, 6 February 2016
Yesterday I went to the pet store to stock up on food as Marvin and Maggie were out.
I made small talk with the girl working there regarding the big blue parrot which seems eerily intelligent and has very long lifespan, then secondly the dogs and cats.
The dogs and cats are sourced from rescue shelters these days. I asked how long they stay before getting adopted - the answer was most are very fast. Except that little cat has been there for like 5 months and we don't understand because he's all heart and just loves everyone who plays with him but nobody takes him home.
I played with him a bit, little guy from Red Deer. His hip has fur regrowing as he was bit and stitched up when found, probably a dog attack.
So we went back today and adopted him. He is all heart. First thing he did in the play area was sit down on Brit in her chair. We moved him back then he just went and snuggled her again.
Family is now bigger with Milo. He purrs like a tractor and wants to cuddle. This cartoon tells it all. After 5 hours at home he's exuberant with love. They know when their lives have taken a turn.
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
I woke up to rain and despite wanting to have another day at Les Contamines that I like the feel of, I was advised to head higher for snow vs rain. At least our race timing worked out perfectly.
Grand Montets is up the valley from Chamonix. It was snowing even on the road and parking lot, which was promising.
I purchased only a 4h ticket as the lady said only the telepherique lognan and two lifts, marmotons and tabe were open. I did one run off each.
Here's the view from boarding the cable car.
Here's the view from the top of marmotons. I think that's a good run behind me.
This is the top of marmotons.
I wasn't going to improve my skiing today nor see a view. All I could do was stay between blue sticks and do the same leg motion and hope that made it through the snow ok. The snow felt nice, but where it clumped and grabbed your skis it was pretty dangerous as you didn't see anything. Basically it was skiing on hope.
The internet tells me this is what it looks like on a clear day.
I drove to Geneva, then checked out those who have a good life on the lake.
I visited this but got there at close. Napoleons brother owned it at one point, now it's a Swiss museum.
Tuesday, 2 February 2016
There's nothing easy about telemark skiing, let alone racing, and the classic just amplifies everything a notch.
It's a longer course: essentially 4 sets of gates, with two jumps and one skating section dividing them, then the loom and a longer skate finish.
Legs turn to rubber and lungs burn with blood, and that's before the finish line unfortunately. I have this distinct memory of hitting supra max heart rate and not being even near the finish.
When I finished, I handed back my bib and didn't want to lie down, maybe I didn't want to symbolically give in. I went to the lift to go get my jacket and other skis at the top. It was the most terrifying lift ride I've had in ages. I was convinced I was on the edge of blacking out. Not only did my lungs burn and taste like blood, I'd cough and my entire torso just ached. I was so stressed that I'd pass out and fall, and every 30 seconds that passed I just felt worse. I'm reasonably used to mega lactic overdose, but seems like when you create a bunch with all your large leg muscles then proceed to maximally overuse every bit of your upper body as well it creates a whole incremental level of hurt.
Getting off the lift and just coasting to the start felt mildly better. Note for next time I will just go sit down a bit ; )
First, no opening ceremony or podium is conducted in the Alps without vin chaud. It's treated as crucial, and why not?
Here's a representative podium photo in town, although there were both junior world champs for yesterday's and today's, men's and women's and senior all done today. This is the junior sprint world championships podium. I was in hotels all week with the Slovenians, and Jure Ales won this and the Classic junior world championships. When is saw Jure free ski it's immediately apparent he's carving tele turns like few on the planet. It looks magical. And he makes virtually the same turns in gates, which is all the more amazing. Not to mention Slovene ski jumpers finished 1-2-3 in Sapporo. Their whole team has heart, and the race referee lady is Slovene too. To watch anyone's success up close is amazing, but to see what it means to them is probably more moving.
I had my best result of the trip today at 35th. In my world that's good. I've come a long way, and I've been able to watch those with more talent and more basis for exploiting that talent up close.
Being a World Cup contender or champion takes things I don't have. Talent, time, more focus to a singular arrangement of life around that goal, etc. But I have some ingredients in spades - love of the sport and an unlimited willingness to try hard.
This photo is a bit like looking in the mirror to me. One of the (endless list) of kind, enthusiastic and helpful French organizers/telemark fans sent it to me post race.
I've said this before, and I see no reason to modify it. Nothing about telemark racing is easy. Carving tele turns in gates, launching a jump 25+m, landing tele and going into gates again, carrying speed into, and hopefully out of the big loom when your legs feel like rubber, then XC skate sprinting for a finish challenges a lot of skills and is just plain hard.
The best guys make it look easy. I watched one of Phil Lau's runs, who's the World Cup leader at this point, and it just looked easy. Like why is everyone else straining themselves? The other top guys too - it's an art form.
He carves more singular and better lines around steep icy gates than I can on a freshly groomed blue run. It's amazing to see.
I see in this picture a guy who found by chance (or did it find him?) a fantastic sport filled with fantastic people. He tries to listen to input from everyone and translate it through to fast turns downs course. It's easier said than done. I quote often that I feel I'm winning, but that isn't the case as a World Cup racer.
Skiing is about angles. I've been working on generating more angle. I can't tell from the picture what part of the course I was at, but I see a guy looking down the course, with an outside edge at an appreciable angle and a flexed ski, and an inside knee just a few inches off the snow. I am not winning, but that's a tele skier that's given'er his current best. I'm proud that I've learned to carve tele turns at this level. It's a magical feeling really. It's a feeling my life would be less complete without.
I wholeheartedly thank the Telemark Ski Canada people, our Helly Hansen and Auclair sponsors, the French hosts who both love and currently rule this sport, and these beautiful little towns in the alps for having us.
I had wanted to go to this all week. This morning the weather seemed to line up and the web site showed it was open. As I paid for my ticket I wondered if it was just a tourist cash grab. When I left I thought nothing of the sort, it's amazing that this exists. Whomever was at a bar and was convincing enough when he said "hey, let's build a team right up to the top of that thing" and everyone actually agreed, is amazing.
It's both audacious and amazing. The wind gusts and high ledges are terrifying at times.
From midway station. You start travelling almost horizontally. You can see the needle right on top.
Entering top, car moves nearly vertically. When it enters the tram house, it still wobbles around in the wind.
Bridge across is very windy and very far down.
This is where you enter from, tram goes into back of that mountain.
I came over through that tunnel to a viewing area.
Path down to the ski run that's 20+km to town. You need guides and ropes to get to it.
Elevator is the easy way to gain vertical.
From top top.
Chamonix valley panorama from top.
Monday, 1 February 2016
So I hit up my favourite lunch spot again. It's hard to resist. Commute to lunch doesn't get old.
Big and bright ski area. Dying of brightness.
The Mont Blanc genepi beer in the Mont Blanc glass avec the real Mont Blanc.
As I take a few bites, a bratty British kid throws a snowball at the black cat. The big dog that wanders around at a sloth like pace does two quick trots, stops directly in between the boy and the cat, his face is like 4 feet from the boy's,and gives one big bark. The dogs face is the same height as the dog. Boy freezes then cries. Dog watches, walks away. Cat watches, walks away. Animals are smart.
Sunday, 31 January 2016
I slept in then did a slow tourist day in Chamonix. Today was my first day off snow, did 7 days straight. Feels good to rest.
Made a new friend this morning.
Rainy day in Chamonix. Nice place, more developed and touristy.
Church with a gondola behind.
Every town has ski jumps, here are Chamonix's at the end of the street.
Saturday, 30 January 2016
I'll start with a funny contrast. Here's the Norwegian and German wax room setup and staff.
Here's the wax room of the Slovenian, Swedish, USA and Canada. This doesn't really show it, but it's also the guest house' utility room and the ceiling really isn't very tall.
It doesn't hinder anyone's performance, it's just funny.
When I was in there the other night, Jure Ales of Slovenia had leaned his skis against a shelf. One of the older ladies working at the place came by later, she doesn't speak English, but motioned that she wanted me to move some skis so she could get to the shelf. I've never felt skis as sharp as Jure's. It blew my mind. I've gotta figure out if I can get mine like that. Amazing.
We got to sleep in a little more before today's action which was nice. Olle and I had breakfast with Phil Lau's father, Phil is known by his teammates at the mutant. I've tried to watch his runs and agree - he's current World Cup points leader.
Scraped a bunch of ice off car window, a good sign that it froze last night. Race course was ice. It was wet yesterday and it froze perfectly overnight. Several of the ladies fell - it just sounded difficult.
So I watched many of the men's runs, including Phil's. I watched him in La Plagne too. If I didn't get to go on the course too, it would tell you virtually nothing, or tell you the sport is so easy. He carves a singular line across ice and ruts and looks more effortless than any other skier. That's the mark of excellence, making something difficult look so easy. It blows my mind after also racing the course how he cuts better carves on steep icy gates than I can on bluebird day blue run fresh groomed runs. It's a treat to watch. To a spectator, I think it conveys "this telemark stuff looks so graceful and easy, why are all these other people skidding around?"
I have to say I enjoyed both runs. And survived them. Perhaps even had a few sections that felt good. It would be very helpful if I could jump train with turns ahead and after at home because I rack up a lot of penalty time with those.
But honestly, why race when this is abailable? I should just eat these all day. Fresh nutella crepes in the Alps!
Racing tomorrow is cancelled with rain. We ended up going to a bar with the French, some Swiss and the Slovenians. Some guy (not with us) was full asleep at the bar, presumably being a ski bum tired him out. Some other guy, again not with us, ripped off all his clothes (literally, all of them) and streaked past the girls smoking a joint outside and did a swan dive into a snow bank. He came back holding his tool in a way that telegraphed that the whole episode maybe wasn't the best idea (or the crunchy snowbank part wasn't so good). Not a good pic, but he's in the snow above the head of the girl with the leopard print scarf.