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Saturday, 27 Jan 07
Laura, all smiles, thinking about snow in the Northwest.
I opened my eyes groggily and glanced out the window. Sleepiness, bad eyesight, or some combination of both told me that it was cloudy again. Not just cloudy, but dark, foggy, and wet. Of course, this was just another day in British Columbia's Pemberton Valley, where most days of winter fall into the “foggy” category. Unfortunately I had rolled into town four days ago, and hadn’t seen the sun since I arrived, so needless to say, I was ready for some Vitamin D.
I stumbled down the stairs at around 8 a.m. (this kind of weather turns me into hibernation mode). In the living room, the same emotions I felt when I first looked out the window were laden so thick by my four other friends that you could slice a butter knife through it. We thought we were hosed for the fifth day in a row. After some serious deliberation with myself, I decided I was going out into the mountains. No one or fog layer was going to stop me. I knew the mountains were out there somewhere, but I needed a little visual confirmation …Forty-five minutes later, I was heading north towards Birken with my five other friends. The fog was thick, and again, you could slice a butter knife through it.After riding the sleds up 30 kilometers of nausea-inducing whooptie bumps, a curious thing happened. Shadows formed. Depth perception improved. I started to squint, and there it was – the sun. Blue skies. Heaven.
We found our destination, the Ogre. It is much more of a happy peak than its name suggests, and waiting to be taken advantage of (like the town bicycle). We had planned to shred the heck out of it with sled laps, but we still didn’t know what the snow was going to do. We were not optimistic. Wouldn’t you know it, though, watching Susan Medville rip down the left spine on the first run shattered any preconceptions of crust. The snow was buttery powder, the easiest condition in the backcountry to ride.
The day blossomed into one of our most “killing-it” days ever. All of us got five laps down the Ogre. I skied the best line of my life, for the record. We skied until the last of the alpenglow abandoned the peaks, searching for better things. We were searching for something else too, and it had to do with hot food.
We rode the same bumpy logging road home, but somehow it felt different going home – smoother. It just goes to show that skiing really does rule the world.
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Laura Ogden turns foggy into fun on Ogre Peak
Comment on this PostLaura, all smiles, thinking about snow in the Northwest.
I opened my eyes groggily and glanced out the window. Sleepiness, bad eyesight, or some combination of both told me that it was cloudy again. Not just cloudy, but dark, foggy, and wet. Of course, this was just another day in British Columbia's Pemberton Valley, where most days of winter fall into the “foggy” category. Unfortunately I had rolled into town four days ago, and hadn’t seen the sun since I arrived, so needless to say, I was ready for some Vitamin D.
I stumbled down the stairs at around 8 a.m. (this kind of weather turns me into hibernation mode). In the living room, the same emotions I felt when I first looked out the window were laden so thick by my four other friends that you could slice a butter knife through it. We thought we were hosed for the fifth day in a row. After some serious deliberation with myself, I decided I was going out into the mountains. No one or fog layer was going to stop me. I knew the mountains were out there somewhere, but I needed a little visual confirmation …Forty-five minutes later, I was heading north towards Birken with my five other friends. The fog was thick, and again, you could slice a butter knife through it.After riding the sleds up 30 kilometers of nausea-inducing whooptie bumps, a curious thing happened. Shadows formed. Depth perception improved. I started to squint, and there it was – the sun. Blue skies. Heaven.
We found our destination, the Ogre. It is much more of a happy peak than its name suggests, and waiting to be taken advantage of (like the town bicycle). We had planned to shred the heck out of it with sled laps, but we still didn’t know what the snow was going to do. We were not optimistic. Wouldn’t you know it, though, watching Susan Medville rip down the left spine on the first run shattered any preconceptions of crust. The snow was buttery powder, the easiest condition in the backcountry to ride.
The day blossomed into one of our most “killing-it” days ever. All of us got five laps down the Ogre. I skied the best line of my life, for the record. We skied until the last of the alpenglow abandoned the peaks, searching for better things. We were searching for something else too, and it had to do with hot food.
We rode the same bumpy logging road home, but somehow it felt different going home – smoother. It just goes to show that skiing really does rule the world.
Read more about Laura ...
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