15 February 2006

Somebunny Loves Me!

Yes, I received a Valentine from our friends Bunny and Llama:


For Valentine's day we skipped work and went skiing at Winter Park. Conditions were packed powder, quite a change from the deep backcountry powder of the past few weeks. I took advantage of this to focus on skiing faster, and on curving my upper-body into a "C" to get a better grip for my edges. Weekday traffic was very nice-- we got there in just under two hours. Oh, and the lift tickets cost $20 with our 4-pack.

I'm hoping to write up and post another episode from the "Austria Vacation Log" over the weekend. But the mountains are getting another foot of fresh powder tonight, so no promises...

The Sacred Trees

On Sunday, Dorinna and I set out to ski "The Sacred Trees", a secret Telemark ski spot up in Cameron Pass. We had a dry week in Colorado with lots of wind, and I figured that above-treeline spots would probably be windblown, so we headed for this spot. It's a slope that is tree-covered and sheltered. The trees are fairly widely-spaced, so the skiing in still easy. (This is often a great spot to visit when avalanche conditions are bad, although they were fine on Sunday).

Unfortunately, the secret spot is a little too secret, and we weren't able to find it. We skied another slope where the trees were quite a bit tighter. The snow was deep enough that we were able to maneuver around them however. We dubbed the spot "Purgatory Glade."

Below is a shot of Dorinna on the trail to our secret spot. When you notice the railings on this snow-covered bridge, you have some idea on how much snow we've gotten this year.

11 February 2006

Deepest Backcountry Snow EVER

Last week I joined a bunch of friends to ski Montgomery Pass, a backcountry spot up near Cameron Pass. It was without a doubt the best snow I've ever seen in the backcountry. Untracked waist deep powder all day. Every turn I took sprayed powder snow up into my face. I did two runs on the main slope, shown below.


We then moved to a second slope, called "Mr. Big". This was a longer slope, but the snow wasn't as good, so after two runs I moved back to the main slope for two final runs.

Nokhu Crags in the background- same mountain as my previous post

I have never been more tired as I skiied down the hiking trail back to our cars. Thankfully, conditions were good, and it was possible to slow down in the powder alongside the trail.

My friend Dean took some footage with his digital camera. By 10:30 the next morning he had built a ski movie on his Mac and posted it to the web. He did a really good job- definitely did more to sell the Mac than any Apple advertisement I've ever seen.

Avalanche Class

Immediately after returning from New York, Dorinna and I took an avalanche class, along with our friends Sara and Rick. The class was at the Mountain Shop, and was taught by instructors from the Colorado Avalanche Information Center. On Wednesday night, we had a 3-hour classroom session, and on the following Saturday, an all-day field session. It was a cold day up in Cameron Pass, especially since we spent alot of time standing around and listening to the instructors. We practiced with beacons, and dug a number of snow pits. The prognosis was good, so we got one nice run through thigh-deep creamy powder.

Nokhu Crags

Trip to NYC

The weekend of January 21st saw us in New Jersey for Maria's baby shower. We spent the weekend with Dorinna's family, then went to NYC on Monday. We took the train into Penn Station with Dorinna's Mom, then rode the subway to the Guggenheim museum. Unfortunately, they were between exhibitions, and only a small number of rooms were open while they tore down one exhibit and constructed another. We did have a good conversation with one of the guides about modern art, including this piece by Kandinsky:


After leaving the Guggenheim, we took the subway over to the Museum of Modern Art. After a fruitless search for pizza (How can you NOT find pizza in New York?????), we spent the remainder of the day viewing the collections. Here are some of our favorites:

Starry Night, Vincent Van Gogh


Christina's World, Andrew Wyeth


Dorinna spent alot of time at a special exhibit of Odilon Redon


And I (somehow) learned to appreciate Jackson Pollack:


We ended the day with dinner at Blaue Gans (Blue Goose), a German restaurant in TriBeCa. It was a busy day, but we had a great time, and we both became "experts" on the NYC subway system.

Oops- Time for a New Car

Back in mid-January, we lost the Rav4 to a stretch of icy road up in Cameron Pass. Nobody was hurt- the car was pretty well designed, and the passenger compartment was intact (didn't even trigger the airbags)

The car rolled over onto its side, and was mostly flipped over when it came to a stop.

We replaced it with a Subaru Outback.

29 January 2006

Austria Vacation Log: Day 10, The Fortess of Salzburg

Today was another marathon day. We started it by searching for the Laundromat (Wäscherei in German), so we could drop off our “well-used” clothing. We had a bit of a problem finding it, so I had to stop and ask for directions. Not only did I ask in German, but I actually understood the answer, which was pretty gratifying. The place had a laundry service, which we gladly paid for. Whenever possible, we did laundry in our hotel rooms, and only made this one Laundromat stop in our 17 day trip.

Before heading to the castle, we did a quick loop through town to see some sights we had missed on the previous day. We checked out the Universitätplatz market, before returning to the mysterious bronze door described in our guidebook. Following the directions in the book, we pushed a red button next to the unsigned door, and were buzzed inside by a very old nun. Inside was a carved crucifix from the Expressionism period. It was pretty wild looking, reminiscent of “The Scream.” Definitely worth the short stop.

And then… on to the castle. We took the funicular up to the Festung (fortress). What is a funicular? It’s sort of a cross between a railroad and a gondola- basically it’s a train that pulled up the track by a cable.


After reaching the top, we wandered around the outsides of the castle, snapping photos and trying to figure out where we were. We wandered eventually to the gift shop and bought a guidebook. We followed it for a little bit until we found the fortress tour. This was a semi-guided tour where a guide followed the group around while everyone listened to their audioguides. It was interesting history with good views of the town, good views, and a lot of fun. Afterwards we grabbed a pretzel and then found another audioguide place. This one, a private concern not covered by our Salzburg card, was an audioguide to the castle exteriors. It was also good, and really made sure we saw everything. Towards the end we started to get cranky, but a shady, breezy table on the edge of a bastion overlooking the city soon solved that. Beer, bratwurst, mashed potatoes, and a cool seat, really improved my mood. Afterwards we viewed 3 more sets of exhibits inside the fortress: the marionette museum (pretty wacky), a museum dedicated to an Austrian regiment (not particularly interesting to me), and the old state rooms from when the Prince-Archbishop lived in the fortress. These were cool, and included an elaborate stove from 1000 or 1100 or so.


My overall impression of the Festung is that I would not have wanted to attack this castle. First, a set of outer forts. After that, a steep climb up the mountain and three separate gates. While trying to dash between the gates, an invader would have been targeted by arrows from above the whole time. In between the final two gates was a tunnel. Looking up at the ceiling, you could see the holes where boiling oil would have been poured on invaders. After all that, an invader would find themselves in the outer courtyard, with yet another wall before reaching the fortified keep in the center. The fortress was formidable enough that its impregnability was never tested-- Salzburg had high taxes, but the city enjoyed 1000 years of peace. Not even the Thirty Years War, which left much of Europe in ruins, threatened Salzburg.

After our visit to the fortress, we went for a walk on the adjacent Mönchsburg- a beautiful park on Salzburg’s mountain. This mountain is almost completely ringed by cliffs, with only a few staircases or steep switchbacked roads leading down. We walked to the Richterhöhe, one of the secondary forts that surrounded the main castle. The trails were a mix of open woods, and shady, atmospheric lanes between crumbling rock walls and stone bridges. We kept walking for a while until Dorinna announced that she wanted to go shopping. I agreed to go with her, but she convinced me that we should split up. She headed down a stairs back to the city, while I continued along the ridge. I came across the Museum of Modern Art, perched above the city atop an elevator- public transportation down to the city. I kept walking, checking out another excellent view (Humboldt Terrace), before venturing up to Mönchstein Schloss. This is a bed and breakfast extraordinaire. Very classy looking- I would like to spend a night there sometime.


I went a bit farther but as it got late, I retraced my steps and descended the same set of stairs that Dorinna had used earlier. I looked for her briefly on Getreidegasse, then raced back to the hotel to pick up our laundry. I managed to tell the innkeeper: “Meine Frau wird in ein Paar Minutten ankommen. Bitte, sagen Sie sie dass ihr Mann zur Wäscherei ging, und ich komme sofort zurück.” This is German for: “My wife will arrive in a few minutes. Please tell her that her husband went to the Laundromat, and will be right back.” Don’t get the wrong idea- the innkeeper spoke perfect English, and she knew I knew it, but it was fun anway.

With clean clothes and refreshing showers, we departed an evening on the town. We took a quick elevator ride to watch the sun set over the city, before descending again to visit a liquor store on the Getreidegasse. Calling it a liquor store is a little unfair, it was really a tiny smoke-filled bar packed with people. We tried a collection of strong and sweet variations of hazelnut and apricot of liquors. We collected a small bottle of the sweet apricot, and wandered the atmospheric streets until we found a nice-looking restaurant with an outdoor table. I had beef goulash with sour cream and knödel (dumplings). The farther east we traveled in Austria, the more Hungarian influences in the food. We had “new” wine and old wine to wash it down- a very nice dinner.

We ended the evening with one final adventure. We walked on a bike path along the Salzach River. It was nice at first, but then got spooky as we walked farther from the old town and the crowds of people dwindled and then disappeared. We walked beyond our destination, and had to backtrack through more empty streets before reaching the Augustiner Brauhaus. The Brauhaus is in fact run by Augustiner monks, but it seemed pretty empty. We walked inside through empty halls, past empty food stands, and empty cavernous halls. I was beginning to wonder if the place was a dud, when we came to a large biergarten filled with 200-300 people. We had arrived!

Llama and Bunny

Das Haus von Ruh welcomes Llama and Bunny, the newest members of our editorial team. Llama, the answer to the previous question, moved in towards the end of last year. Bunny, the more mischievous of the two, somehow manages to get both of the animals in trouble.


We'll be documented Bunny and Llama's adventures on this blog as well. Stay tuned for more stories.

Llama and Bunny checking out the blog post about Llama:

18 January 2006

January is too busy!

I haven't had time to post anything here this month. January is always the single busiest month of the year. We've both been sick with colds, we're buying a new car, traveling to New Jersey for Maria's baby shower, and of course skiing...

I've got a bunch of stuff almost ready to post, including another segment of the Austrian Vacation Log, so check back in towards the end of next week.

04 January 2006

New Year's Weekend

One of the nice things about living in Colorado is that you can wake up on a Tuesday morning, and decide to spend the weekend at a world-class ski resort. Saturday morning we loaded up the car with ski gear and headed for Steamboat Springs. 20 minutes later we headed back home to pick up the ski poles that I forgot to load into the car.

On Saturday afternoon we skied to Walton Peak from Rabbit Ears Pass. Walton Peak is a cross-country ski trail, but there are some nice hillsides to practice our turns. Next time we'll bring the telemark skis!


Dorinna on Walton Peak


Snow-covered trees on Walton Peak

On the way down, we took the advice of some locals by ignoring the trail and descending a scenic drainage. The snow was deep soft and silky, as we glided downhill through the trees. Cross-country nirvana.

Sunday and Monday we went telemark skiing at the resort. Apparently, everyone in Steamboat spent Saturday night drinking heavily for New Year’s, and spent Sunday morning in bed with a hangover, because the trails and lifts were empty. I think we had 8 people in front of us in the gondola line first thing in the morning, and no lift lines the rest of the day. The weather wasn’t so great, as the top of the mountain was a pea soup fog making it hard to see your ski tips. But the snow… Ahhhh…. I think the official reading was 9” at the midway station in the past 24 hours. Off-trail in the trees it was far deeper. It’s been years since I’ve had a day of lift skiing that was as good as this.

The snow wasn’t as good on Monday, and the weather had some shortcomings (actual freezing rain on the Morningside lift. In Colorado???), but the slopes were even less crowded. A late check-out at the ski-in/ski-out hotel allowed us to shower and change after skiing and before driving home. Talk about comfort!


Buddy's Run and the town of Steamboat. Note the crowd size on this popular trail.

We met some new friends on the trip. We met Malcolm and Carolyn on our shuttle bus downtown Saturday night. They’re originally from New Zealand and Australia, but now call Atlanta home. We spent some time chatting with them on the bus ride. Sunday morning we met them at breakfast, and met them again at the top of the gondola. We tried to ski a run and got separated, but fate could not be cheated. That evening they recruited the front desk staff to help track us down so that they could invite us out for dinner and drinks. We had a really great time hanging out, and our meeting was definitely a highlight of the trip.


New Friends from Down Under