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Here-we-go-again!

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For our last trip, I picked leaving in Fall, to arrive and ski as long as possible. That turned out to be 42 days in Colorado, mostly at Monarch on the Continental Divide. We savored a few other resorts, Loveland, Copper Mt., Cooper, Beaver Creek and Purgatory among others. We lived in our beloved Tramper in the coldest Winter in our “vortex” above Salida. Jane longed to hop out onto warm grass so much that upon leaving CO for home, we went West. The Grand Canyon afforded 15 degree f in February, but at least as we hiked to the bottom, it was 60. The foothills of the Sierras in Three Rivers were a delightful change, but once we headed East towards home on I-70, of course I got to ski again in Loveland, and our “Carney Nature” was key to being able to park on an upper lot during a storm, guided by a nice security guard who instructed us to move down by 5:00 AM when they would plow that lot.

That, of course brings us to this time. Jane picked Spring! She wants to see Teddy Roosevelt National Park. During our informal scouting moments, she also announced the idea to start at Cape Henlopen, DE and dip our toes into the Atlantic. I knew instantly where that led. Our trip will partially be guided by folks we can say “hi” to along the circuitous way. “Mapquest” says it 41 hours driving past Milwaukee to Kirkland, Washington. That’ll be an easy 10 day drive with stops added. Of course one of our guiding questions to locals met along the way, “what should we do tomorrow?” could easily add 10 more adventurous days to that path.

Last time was a 1957 Yellowstone camper I resurrected, towed by a ’95 Toyota Forerunner that was not really up to the task. Trailers teach you a lot about backing into places you think you can fit. They teach you that even a small engine working hard, gets <10 mpg. This time we move with more stealth and economy. We also don’t expect to do an undecided number of months on the road. (You can sigh with relief, there won’t be >180 posts/6 months to follow us this time.). We are expecting, not planning about 4-6 weeks.

I’ll detail just a bit about our selected vehicle. We had our usual adventures even finding this one. Budget of <10K, we saw lots. We “spoke” with quite a few Facebook Marketplace and Craigslist sellers who turned out to speak no English. Using “Translate” on a phone is a tough way to haggle. Some of languages we expected, African and Philippine dialects, but the old Italian speaking guy surprised us a little. (The texts with syntax errors did give us clues about ESOL). Finally, we found a Pakistani guy whose price on a high-mile 2010 Honda Odyssey was well beneath our budget. I will admit his fast toss of his phone to show me the one-owner Carfax led me to spend my own $40 to get a copy of my own. A few oil changes, brake inspections and the brief ownership of a 200,000 mile vehicle informed me it was a “keeper”. We paid to extra ~$1000 and had a timing belt, water pump and serpentine belt put on.

Driving the new friend and dreaming this Winter began to inform my plans. I never imagine being able to plan anything without free-thinking ideas for a few weeks at least. Ideas that seemed great are replaced by better at odd times, in the shower, or riding a bike. Brains are to be cherished, fed and allowed to work their own way sometimes. We camped (slept on the empty back floor) in the Adirondacks in October on the was to Cousin Caroline’s wedding in Stowe. I did the same solo for a bit Spring skiing at Mt Snow VT. Again, “where should I park?” asked at a local restaurant, led me to a plowed lot at Haystack MT, and abandoned ski area where a handful of other cold-weather vehicles moored for the night.

It was these one-two night forays that led me to sort the features of an empty minivan into an “action plan”.

David

DAY 152 – 02/09/2013 – POW!

Every day here at Monarch Mountain in Colorado is actually pretty much the same. We wake up, putter around the Tramper for awhile, then go ski. After hours of fun in the snow, we come home, eat good food and go to sleep. That’s about it! Eat, ski, eat, sleep, repeat. How lucky can you get?! This life is idyllic. If I could transport myself through space and time to Maryland, in June, for just a few days a month to enjoy some gentle weather, life would be darn near perfect!!

My last post was a little whine-y. How could anyone on a 6 month vacation have much of anything to complain about? So here, in words and pictures, is another day in paradise:

When we left for the mountain this morning, it was snowing! Everybody at a ski resort is so happy when it’s snowing! The lifties smile even more than usual, their badge readers pinging merrily as the skiers and boarders line up for some glee.

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POW! for powder snow!

“POW!” for powder snow! At the top of the Panorama lift

The skiers and boarders are very happy.

Tailgate party on the parking lot. Only seen when everyone's happy it's snowing

Tailgate party on the parking lot. Only seen when everyone’s happy it’s snowing

David and I sure are happy!

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Yep, falling snow makes everyone here happy. Even the people who live and work in the town, Salida, are happy because their livelihood depends on it, winter and summer. (The Arkansas River which runs through this valley it bigger, deeper and faster in the summer for the kayak and rafting enthusiasts, when there’s lots of snow the winter before. Better river = more tourist dollars.)

Now, David and I obviously enjoy fresh snow. Skiing in powder is different from skiing on packed powder, which is how they describe snow that’s been around for a while. We love the fast, hard snow that makes you use the ski to power thrilling, fast runs. Big, arcing turns on hard snow feels like flying! It seems like snowboarders, except for the really good ones who can carve a turn, need fresh powder snow more than the average skier. So, today, the boarders were in their element, too.

We saw a friend David made on the mountain.

This is Chris, center, with his family on a brief pause during a run

This is Chris, center, with his family on a brief pause during a run

The high-tension power lines that climb up and over Monarch Pass were singing today! If you stop under them, you can hear the snow and wind making them hum quite audibly. I googled it and it seems the snow and wind can cause excess oscillations and “moments” as the power is transferred along the line. Interesting phenomenon, and it sounds pretty cool, but we moved on!

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Unusual for us, we went out this evening with some Colorado friends! We’re old and we are tired at the end of the ski day, so we usually go back to the Tramper and entertain ourselves until bedtime. But, Marci and Gabe, our friends from Monroe, LA, and Jeff, our friend from Colorado via Texas, were going out to see a band.

me, Jeff, Gabe & Marci. Don't know who belongs to that head in the background

me, Jeff, Gabe & Marci. (Don’t know who belongs to that head in the background)

Live music is something we love, so off we drove into the dark snowy night to a Salida bar called River’s Edge.  “Ethyl & the Regulars” were playing.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe heard it was to be Swing music. Now, ‘swing music’ to an Easterner is a band with trumpets and trombones and timid guitars.  Not so the Western variety!

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No ‘swing’ band in Baltimore has this pedal steel guitar in it! The didn’t swing, they swang!!

Dancing, too!

Dancing, too!

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Singing cowboy

We had a blast! But, even over the music, we could hear the mountain calling. We would ski again tomorrow.

Powder stashes were awaiting fresh turns.

Powder stashes were awaiting fresh turns.

So, we left Salida to return to the Tramper. But not before taking in the giant light above the river on Tenderfoot mountain.  It might not look like much in the photo, but imagine the dark mountain against the black sky, with a giant letter spelled out in lights. “S” for Salida.

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“Big Red Heart” for Heart of the Rockies.

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Apparently, it’s a western thing…

– Jane

P.S. – We saw a grey fox in the campsite the other night. He stopped by long enough for David to call me to bring a flashlight. What a beauty he was! Of course, he didn’t stay around long enough for a picture, but I found a photo online that looks just like him:

Fox Wild Ed

He is much bigger than our red foxes at home in Maryland and his tail and fur were very puffy in the cold. I really wanted to give him some ham, but, of course, that would have been a big no-no! I thanked him for stopping by.

DAY 138 – 01/30/2013 – It Fell From the Sky!

Ponder your Winter.  Grey skies, wet sidewalks, dirty cars and cold fingers.  Maybe even fumbled car keys in the frigid dark, frozen locks and dead batteries.  Imagine the only way moisture came down from above was in that classic Northeast style.  Yup, cloudy grey, damp, and near 100% humidity at 31 degrees, then rain.  Its freezes on bushes, branches and grass.  Pretty sight in small doses, but add the extremes like in Maine and you’ve got downed trees and powerlines across your commute!  Yes, if all Winter precipitation were rain and freezing rain, the world would be a different place.

But that’s not the only way it falls.  It falls as snow!  The eskimos have “hundreds” of names for it, (although this is disputed by Wiki).  And in Colorado, nearly everyone follows the weather.  Commerce depends on snow.  Summer cities 200 miles away depend on the gradual delivery from the snowpack.  So this week as the snow came again after more than a week without, people were abuzz.  Interstate Route 70 West was filling up.   Smartphones everywhere ticked the totals at the resorts.  People planned their drop ins.  Snowfall ranged from 2-4″ at Cooper, 7-8″ at Beaver Creek, to 29″ down at Silverton.

GREEN Trees and Thin snow: had to watch out for early season rocks. (Jan 24)

GREEN Trees and Thin snow: even had to watch out for early season rocks. (Jan 24)

Look at it Now!  (Feb 1)

Look at it Now! (Feb 1)

We were fortunate enough to have a standing invitation Wednesday to join a wonderful friend at Beaver Creek to stay in her condo during her vacation.  Her brother, some extended family and friend have annual trips to ski there.  We, of course typically take vacations like theirs too.  But this time we were Trampers, just visiting from the middle of our voyage.

A perspective I hadn’t recognized follows us now.  On all my previous ski trips, I lobby for long trips of more than 7 days, wake up for first tracks and close the lifts.  On the voyage, I’ve set this mode aside.  We wake without alarms, ski a little or a lot.

View from Monarch Ridge, top of Panorama lift.

View from Monarch Ridge, top of Panorama lift.

Winter is HERE!

Winter is HERE!

Monarch operates in San Isabel National Forest

Monarch operates in San Isabel National Forest

We arrived in Beaver Creek, settled into the beautiful condo and waited for Megan.  Plans had already been laid out for all of us, we were riding the 8:00 shuttle to catch the lifts as they opened.  The overall village arrangement includes “a million beds” and free shuttle services to avoid parking hassles and fees.  This meant leaving the condo in ski boots with sandwiches in pockets.  Lately we’ve been at such small places that we park 50-100 feet from the door on the bottom floor of the lodge and carry our boots in knapsack bags into the sack-lunch area to dress.  (The next day, Thursday, inside of the Ski Cooper cafeteria there were 11 other people total at 10:30 AM)

Where do we go first?

Where do we go first?

At Beaver Creek, clearly a fabulous and delightfully diverse mountain, the Trampers suffered culture shock.  We were amazed traversing the connectors of that big mountain.  I was humbled as I stood on the ledge of the Screech Owl Jump along the Birds of Prey men’s Downhill course.  Those Olympians are SO, SO amazingly out of my league.  We felt as we were skiing in a city, a big bustling city.  We had fun, but felt our budget could be spared any more days of full-price/big mountain lift tickets.  Maybe we can spend that hundred on dogsled rides?  We chose to ski only one day there, then head back to our beloved Monarch where our season pass continues.

Most fortunately we loved our visit and hosts.  Megan’s family was in the Vacation Mode.  You know the one.  Each person injects his or her expectations and the clock cannot and will not stop anything from fitting in.  Apres ski, hot tub, happy hour, dinners and best of all; wine and cheese in their room.  We went by, and thoroughly enjoyed the evening of chat, tasty box wine, yummy cheeses and snacks.  The chat is MY favorite.  Each of us seemed prompted to share a tale or story of some notoriety, many from or fed by skiing and the lifelong love thereof.  Surrounding the fires of memory we shared the oral tradition in all its glory.  All of us laughed therapeutically and hard.

My only regret was that all our searches during the ski day for the leeward relief from wind, the best snow or the best trails to share detoured us from sharing runs with anyone but our more direct host, Megan.  Even then, our search blurred some of the blissful runs.

All-in-all, I hadn’t realized how unlike a vacation the Tramper Voyage is.  We’ve set an alarm only 2 or 3 times in as many months.  Ski for an hour or all day with our cheap picnic squeezed in the sack-lunch area.  Skip a day, have a soak, or take a hike instead.  And scarcely squeeze anything extra into the days.  Even shopping or going 15 miles into town is spontaneous and barely weekly.  We sure are enjoying this and hope the picture stays with us to color our future lives, and vacations.

Jumping for Joy!

Jumping for Joy!

– David

DAY 135 1/27/2013 The Snow Returns; Lets Demo an Albritton Powder Ski

An inviting booth where any questions were happily fielded.

An inviting booth where any questions were happily fielded.

This is not a formal ski test, I am not a tester and skied only three Joyous runs.  If this were an actual test, you would have been exposed to similar products from differing manufacturers, blind testing and much more time on the boards.  My experience does, however give a bit of feedback and count for a little something.  The skis are FUN!  They succeeded in providing a big smile during some unpaid fun.  Free demo:Free smile!

My little Blizzards are SO "old school" by comparison.  (And exactly the opposite of a powder ski)

My little Blizzards are SO “old school” by comparison. (And exactly the opposite of a powder ski)

My past several years, and the past 15 days have been spent on traditional construction, cambered Slalom Race Skis.  My skis have avery narrow underfoot width and CARVE turns at a rated 13 meter radius.  They make small turns with subtle bodily input.

These boards I tried today are wide, full-length powder skis, medium in flex.  The closest ski I own is a Nordica Hotrod Hellcat, also traditional camber (no rocker), but of similar width and length.  The Albritton is much more comfy in powder than either of my skis.  It has a small amount of “rocker” which initiates a turn and helps provide the float.

They are not the floppy banana-looking powder boards seen out and about nowadays. They seem a bit more traditional without being old-school.  This probably serves to make them a bit more versatile also.  My first few turns required me to move my body parts further to go from edge to edge than my own skis.  I had to be patient carving a turn as it felt like a huge radius (by comparison to my own skis I had just stepped out of).

On hard snow I felt like I was on a Super-G ski initially…but this came in handy later.  Yup, the Albrittons are buttery and supple enough to float through the Pow-pow I found at the edges and in some little tree shots.  But, if I let ’em out a little, went fall-line for a bit, BOY were they stable.   Stand centered and they happily blasted through the cut up stuff.  Fun ski.  Too bad I am on the Trampervoyage and can’t add to the quiver right now by buying a pair.

Besides, I LOVE hard snow.  Even ice is no stranger.  I guess its a bit of sour grapes since the East “rarely” gets true powder, but I do actually like feeling of a ski taking my legs to the limits of compression and rebound while high on edge and pressured deeply.  But wow, powder sure is a blast too, and with the right sticks it is Lots easier. www.albrittonskis.com

Bye-bye!

Bye-bye!

-David

A regular Monarch smile day

A regular Monarch smile day

DAY 124 – 01/16/2013 Skiing at Copper with Jon & Naomi

Yesterday, in the sack lunch room at Ski Monarch, we met a very nice couple. Their names are Jon and Naomi. They’re from Maine.

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Naomi & Jon. Married about a year! Isn’t that cute!?

Of course, we blabbed on about our trip. And we gave them one of our new cards. (Yes, we ordered up some ‘business’ cards. After being asked if we had a card many times. So, now we’re cool.)

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We liked Jon and Naomi right from the start. We had that lovely ‘instant rapport’ going on. You know the feeling. When you have things in common that make you feel comfortable right away, but your curiosity is piqued and you want to spend some more time together.

David, Naomi, Jon & Jane

David, Naomi, Jon & Jane

Our new friends mentioned that they were going to try Copper Mountain ski area the next day. While David held his breath in anticipation of revisiting Copper, I asked them if they wanted company. I told them to check out the blog and send us a comment if they had an interest in skiing with us.

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David said later that he wasn’t going to push for the Copper side trip but he sure was glad that I brought it up. David taught skiing at Copper, back in the ’80’s.

Of course, we are loving our ‘home’ mountain, Ski Monarch. It’s everything we hoped it would be: low-key, inexpensive and close by, with that beautiful Colorado snow and big scenery.

Some of the Copper Mountain base lodges

Some of the Copper Mountain base lodges

But, Copper Mountain is a different sort of resort from Monarch. It’s huge! Many times more lifts; much more acreage. It’s glamorous. And expensive, so Copper would be a rare treat for us.

We heard from Jon and Naomi later in the evening. Yay! We’ll have a fun day at Copper! We packed our ski bags and went to sleep early.

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Next morning, we met up with our new friends inside one of the Copper Lodges. We quickly realized that exploring the mountain with them would be a good experience!

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Naomi has been skiing for a while; Jon just started a couple years ago; I am a constantly-learning ski veteran and David is the happiest man on Earth right now!

My wonderful David. Happiest man on Earth - to be skiing in Colorado!

My wonderful David. Happiest man on Earth – to be skiing in Colorado! He says skiing with me makes it even better…

We all skied to our joyful limits. David sprinkled in some really useful tips for everyone and we used those hints, cruising down ‘blue’ runs and testing ourselves on some ‘black diamonds’.

We were absolutely done. Spent. But, someone said (as someone inevitably does)  “Let’s go down one more time!”. And, so we did, closing down the lift on the very last run up the mountain. Whoo Hoo!

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We said goodbye to Jon and Naomi and started the long drive back to the Tramper. The evening Alpenglow atop the now-slumbering mountains bid us a beautiful goodbye.

– Jane