Showing posts with label Vermont. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vermont. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Are Internet Bloggers Ruining Backcountry Skiing?

Here’s a topic that has fueled no shortage of virtual and real-life discussions.
This conversation might be better framed as, “Is the Internet ruining the backcountry?”
My spin on this is going to be biased (this is after all, an Internet blog where the content is regularly dedicated to the pursuit of backcountry skiing adventures), and is specific to Alaska, since that’s really all I can speak to.
Obviously, this is a very subjective debate, so I would say the first thing that needs to be addressed is the definition of “ruined.”

The Jewel Glacier in Crow Pass has a reputation for getting skied hard in October and early-November.
Lots of things can ruin backcountry skiing: wind, rain, no snow, warmth, other users, other user groups, limited access, a hard night of partying – just to name a few.
In the context of this conversation, ruined refers to the more controllable human factor, it refers to the number of people skiing an aspect, an area, a zone, or in general: “the quickness that said geographic feature or region gets ‘tracked out’” – another subjective concept.
It also extends to the feeling of whether the backcountry truly is the backcountry, or just an extension of a public park or ski resort.
If we define ruined under any of these contexts, than I would say that, in short, yes, the Internet is ruining the backcountry.
Hurrah! Down with the blog, the Facebook, the Instagram (let’s get rid of Twitter, cellphones, fiber optic cable, satellites, and ah hell, fire too [damn smoke signals have been giving away the goods for millennia!])
In long: the Internet is ruining the backcountry, only in the way that individually, rain, wind, or warmth ruins skiing after a mid-winter rainy, windy, and warm storm.
If you slept through English, this is called a “metaphor,” and the Internet is like one piece of that crappy storm.
The storm, as it is, is mammoth: it’s the explosive growth in the popularity of backcountry skiing, both in Alaska and the Lower 48.
Also to blame in this storm are:
The ski manufacture industry.
The ski clothing manufacture industry.
Ski-related publications and video productions that have glamorized the backcountry.
This storm has been complex, and not unlike a powerful extra-tropical system unleashed upon an Alaska mountain range, its impacts could appear both positive or negative, depending upon the lenses from which they’re viewed.
A lot of good has come from this storm.
Arguably, while the backcountry may feel more like the front country on some days, help is far closer than it has ever been before in the event of an accident; I think that knowledge on avalanche safety among backcountry skiers is greatly improved; snowpack monitoring is way up; access rights are potentially better protected by a greater number of users; and while gear is still spendy, the economy of the industry is theoretically healthy and strong, promoting growth of ever more safe and capable equipment.
The negatives can be highlighted by no shortage of Internet ranters and angry skiers in a crowded pullout on a sunny February morning.
In my opinion, if any one single element is to blame above all the others for the growth in the popularity of backcountry skiing, it’s last component: gear.
It’s lightweight, efficient gear that lets skiers and riders from a much wider spectrum of skill levels get out of the lift line and onto the skin track.

A line of skiers makes their way up Sunburst in December.
There was a time when backcountry skiing meant more work, more exposure to the elements, more suffering, and all of it was done on gear that paled in comparison to what we use today, both on the way up and the way down.
It’s not to say that backcountry skiing has become a total walk in the park, we are after all still hiking up the damn hills to get the goods instead of riding a chairlift, but when I ski with some of my wiser friends who were doing this over three decades ago, well, I bet it’s been a while since anyone has scraped pine tar off their bases at the top of a run in Turnagain.
So, as such, in those days, they often skied what are now popular locales completely alone.
That perhaps explains one component of the so-called storm, but how about the Internet factor?
I’ll back up for a second, as some background on my point-of-view seems relevant.
I started “backcountry” skiing with my friends when I was maybe 13.
We didn’t call it backcountry because we didn’t know there was such a thing. We were just tired of skiing the same dozen runs at the local ski hill, getting chased out of the closed areas by ski patrol, and didn’t have cars or driver’s licenses to go to the bigger hills. We did the only thing practical: hiked up into the Green Mountain National Forest in our backyard and made our own runs.
I learned later on that people actually did this as a sport, and even made a point of not riding lifts.
The Northeast has a few well-known backcountry locales, the comparative Tin Cans, but in central Vermont where I grew up, if you knew of a good hardwood glade that boasted 1,000 feet of vertical, you kept your trap shut if you knew what was good for you. Forget catching heat on some Internet forum, spilling the beans would have been worse than backstabbing your best friend.
Indeed, if someone was stupid enough to go out and post GPS coordinates of all the local stashes – both inbounds and out – that can be found in the Northeast, it would take an Internet second before someone would offer some choice words and/or a death threat.

One of my favorite stashes growing up, seen in December 2012. Still not saying where.
A similar reaction can, and has been provoked for bloggers and forum posters here in Alaska too – though I can’t say I have ever been the direct target.
It obviously cracks me up.
I admit, there are a few areas in road-accessible Alaska that are worth keeping “quiet” about. There are some nice areas that are even nicer not to share or blab about. I wouldn’t call these places secrets though.
Realistically, backcountry skiing in road-accessible AK is limited only by one’s own physical abilities and their imagination.
You can see, plan, and execute a great number of lines from the comfort of your still-running car. A near-infinite number of others are executable with a topographic map and some limited base knowledge.
The idea that there are secrets in these mountains, or that they are being spilled like BBs from a jug by the keyboards of Internet bloggers and forum posters, is right up there with tin foil hat conspiracies (there are a lot of folks up here who wear tin foil hats, and as such, plenty of rage).
The truth is, that while someone could find motivation or reason to ski somewhere simply because of an Internet post or picture, they could find an equal amount of inspiration because they can see a skin track leading to the same peak.
That’s the thrust of my comparison here with where I grew up and AK: you can’t spot sweet hardwood glades unless maybe you’re a trained forester, and even then, where’s your vantage point, on a road surrounded by trees? A lot of finding good spots to ski in Vermont was either inside info, or having the curiosity to go explore and get shut out.
Here in the AK, backcountry skiers have used the inter-webz in an ever increasing amount to stay on top of weather and conditions in the nearby ranges through a suite of resources, including posts by others. I myself have absolutely used other’s posts to plan and execute descents, but that’s not to say that I wouldn’t have done them without those resources either.
I’ve also gone and checked places out simply because there was a skintrack there.
Just as anyone who has ever chased a worthless skintrack can tell you though, the truth is, blogs can, if anything, be fairly unhelpful, depending on what the blogger choses to include.
A few rad pics might make me want to check out a peak or an area, but odds are, I will rely on my own experiences, interpretations of conditions, and first-hand information, before I will charge off will-nill with powder fever because some picture gave me powder fever.
In my own blog, I tend to play a balancing act. If skiing something that is directly visible from the road, ya, there is no ambiguity: this is where I was, and this is how it skied. For more worthy objectives, I may actually choose to throw in a fair amount of detail. My thinking is, if it’s was a long approach or felt like a challenge, it probably will be for others as well. If you’ve got the motivation to skin for over 4 hours, endure mandatory booting, or deal with a heinous exit, just to nab a line, you’re no slouch. Additionally, if I see issues (a false summit ridge, a route that goes through a high-hazard area, a zone known for past incidents, etc) I’d feel guilty not calling them out.
Sometimes I land somewhere in between the two.
There really is no way to say if this approach is right or wrong, it’s too subjective. There will be some who would argue just posting a pic is equivalent to offering a detailed route description and topo map with a giant “GO HERE” label. Others might find the same info insufficient or unhelpful.
In the end, I land in the same place. The backcountry is definitely a busier place, even in my own 7 short winters here. I don’t even think skiing within 1-mile of the Seward Highway in Turnagain Pass or Hatcher Pass road qualifies as backcountry skiing anymore, at least, any more than skate skiing in the Anchorage Hillside. Good or bad, it is what it is.
That being said, I’ve skied on days where these same zones had parking lots that were filled to capacity, and I’ve still gone the bulk of the day without encountering a single other individual. The fact is, we live in a place with a lot of country, and it takes a surprisingly short skin to leave it all behind.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

East Half

The secret plan to win fall 2014 has so far been an unrivaled success. I ditched an increasingly cold and inhospitable AK October 9, and took the best travel iten east I've had in 10 years: one stop in Chicago. I was in Vermont on a sunny October day before lunch!
 
Chicago, 5AM.

Lake Champlain and the Green Mountains.

Mad Max.

Amy's kale was looking a bit more vibrant than mine.

Despite only 2 hours of plane dozing on the red-eye, Ashar rallied the troops and I was able to catch a ride on day 1. I rode all but 2 days of the week and a half I was back east.
Saturday
Nettle hollow.

Berry corner.

10 years ago this trail was underwater thanks to some industrious beavers.

Malzac's cabin looks no worse than it has. With bow season about to start, everyone is prepping their camps. I was just glad to charge some of my favorite East Middlebury descents.

Really? Whenever I pop out of Nettle Hollow and see this, well, it's just awesome.
Sunday:
Hike up Pine Hill.




Monday:
Otter Creek.

Perch fishing on Lake Champlain.
 
First perch. We caught 46 of his buds.
 
Tuesday
Just Vermont.


Northern fishing on Hortonia on a perfect fall day.

Classic...stuck behind a manure spreader.
Wednesday:
On Wednesday I rode the revamped Chandler Ridge trail, and later connected it with Oak Ridge to do a long point to point. It was great to see this sign, after growing up with these trails being illegal to ride.
 

Silver Lake with a view of Mt Moosalamoo. A few hours later I would be up there.

Bright colors in Leciester Hollow.


Peak folliage on the lonely Goshen-Ripton Road.


Blues night with Ashar and Andrew at 51 Main.
Thursday:
The casa.
Friday:
Middlebury from Chipman Hill on a sunset ride and my last ride in Middlebury. What a send off.

Lobster night.
Saturday
Re-uniting with my long lost ski buddy Jared on the Pine Hill Trails in Rutland. Jared's good thinking kept us from getting soaked by a passing thunderhead and enjoying these well-built trails despite less than optimal weather.

 

Lots of red tape in Spa State Park in preparation for SpaCX.
 
Saturday:
 

Bernie and I were graciously hosted by Colin and Megan, who live just across the street from the 99, former home of Skidmore Cycling.
Monday:
On Monday Bernie and I headed south from Spa City to PA.
The bike room at Rodale is well used. Pretty cool!
 

 
We knocked out a sweet ride on fast flowy trails. It took some sniffing around to find the goods, but we got them and got out before dark.
Tuesday:
The next day we headed to the White Clay trails in northern Delaware. I'd heard good things about White Clay, and they were all true. This is the Kingdom of the mid-Atlantic. Lots of fast, flowy trails that traverse open meadows and old-growth forests, with numerous features in-between.

One of my favorite shots.
 

On the way back to Allentown we made an accidental detour through Philly.

And went to the museum (not really).