Sunday, October 12, 2014

Gallivanting in New England


It’s hard to leave Salt Lake in the fall after the temps have finally dropped to merciful levels so both the Wasatch and the desert loom large for adventure potential, but as Ash likes to say “September and October are good everywhere”.  And few places are as unusually good in the fall as New England.  And with some good friends coming West this fall when we aren’t going to be available I decided to blast out to Vermont and New Hampshire for a qukck tripto connect with Teams Jamieson (Vermont) and Hanlon (NH) to get a nice blast of New England.  

One of the first indications that New England is different came when Amy Jamieson said “it’s been SO dry here; it hasn’t rained for almost a couple of weeks!”  I was in California a few weeks ago when it rained for the first time in 8 months!  Different climes for sure.  But the lack of rain was ok for me, since a good chunk of our weekend’s activities were to be mountain biking, and adding water to the slick leaves on top of slick rocks that make up most of the slow, technical mtb trails there (roots make up the other part!) makes the riding there that much more challenging (they actually hit the trails with super-charged leaf blowers during dry spells!). 


Jon and Amy were gracious enough to take the day off from work and show us their go-to trails around the ridiculously quaint and picturesque Waitsfield, Vermont. 
Amy in dappled light
John riding the leaf carpet
Given'er up one of the zillions of small, steep hills

Greg had seen this picture of Miley Cyrus discreetly covering her nipples in public.....
So he made sure to do the same with his bib shorts!  
This guy is a buddy of Jon's who was doing some trail work to make it more awesome; it's a lot of work there!
One needs to be aware of the lines put in to carry sap (syrup) from the maple trees down the hills to the Sugar Shacks.  The maple groves are called Sugarbushes
I thought this was a chocolate mint energy bar, but it was actually the scrumptious Chocolate Mold!  Jon was ready to mow it regardless.  
leaf "Peak" is a much-discussed topic each fall, but if this view from Casa Jamieson gets better I can't believe it!  
Greg and I blasted down to nearby New Hampshire for more shenanigans near their rambling place above the Connecticut river.  Adjacent to the venerable Dartmouth skiway is a fairly recently-developed sport climbing crag that Greg has been apparently going to daily, so my visit was no exception.  We knew that the forecast called for some rain, so we got an early start and were happy to get in a few routes before indeed it started to sprinkle.  Trying to gauge how much time we had was tricky, and at one point Greg looked down at me as I was blinking into the rain and asked "Have you done much rock climbing in the rain?!"   It pretty much turned to grease, but at least greasy bike riding was mildly more viable than greasy climbing: 

We had to stop by a creek that "goes" with good rain.  Greg on a handmade bridge over what he claims is an exciting rapid:
Just add water!
In New England you don't just hang out outside in the summer; you need porches/cabins/decks that are enclosed due to the bugs.  

The stone walls in New England were built sometime around the forming of the republic, and any trail that breaches the walls "must" be done through a natural breach; ie no dismantling of the walls for the trails.  So the trails are built accordingly.  
The next day dawned with improving weather, so after the weekly run to the dump:
The Lyme dump has lots of good stuff to dive for
We headed for this place:
I think this was East Podunk.  West Podunk was...to the West. 
 For a psychocross ride, which New England seems to have plenty of.
No motorized stuff!  
Team Hanlon on their matching 'cross bikes in the leaves....
and on the roads
Then we headed for the airfield.  Greg took a yen to hang gliding long ago, and a few years ago got introduced to gliders, which is now his passion.  They are pretty rad little contraptions:
That's a super fast golf cart that speeds down the runway for liftoff!
Just kidding.  They actually get towed up to 2-4 thousand feet by a Cessna where the umbilical cord is pulled and that little winged kayak just soars about.  The airfield has a tandem, and while of course like all tandem crafts the thing handles like a pig relative to the solo rockets, it didn't matter to this joey:
And soon enough we were getting peak leafing viewing from high above:
We were using Porno Dan as our probe to find lift
At one point Dan came over the radio and said "I think I'm going to take one over the top" and I watched agape as he nosed down towards the ground in a steep dive, abruptly pulled up, up up....and then over, in a full loop.  No pics; I had to take that in en toto.  Pretty cool.  

As I waited for Greg I nosed around the airfield's wacky "museum" where the caretaker has a crazy array of weird stuff:
a ski tree

a collection of old barber chairs and sewing machines
some wacky cars

the most ridiculous beer bottle collection ever
Balloon cockpits
and what museum is complete without a collection of typewriters and ancient computers?  
The next adventure was the mighty Pemi loop:  a 31 mile loop hike over pretty technical terrain with about 9500 feet of vertical and 8-10 summits in the White Mountains.  We hit the trail at dawn marching fairly hard on the initial flat bit:

And after a bit got up out of the green tunnel to get a look at our route.
  We were heading for that far ridge, which seemed like a longgg ways away!  
But we chugged along, over peaks and ridges:

and the ridge got a little closer  
The trail was really technical, rooty, and rocky.  Pretty slow going.  
The fastest known time on this loop is somewhere around 6.5 hours, and I must say I'm quite impressed by that.  It seems so rocky and slow to me that it's hard to imagine running much of it very fast, and if so there's a high likelihood of going down.  I realized that navigating eastern technical trail is a learned skill for sure.
Some super cool mountain guys who can't be bothered to smile.   
Greg pointing out yet again some far ridge that apparently we are going to traverse
More ridge running, starting the final, long descent
Back down in the green tunnel we finally were able to do a bit of running along the old rail bed (where Greg actually crashed shortly after I took this!)
The gratuitous photo of the Big Scenic Overlook of the Pemi Loop
Overall a super cool weekend with great friends in a fun part of the world.  The only shortcoming was that I didn't bring home any syrup (telling the TSA that it's NOT a gallon of syrup in my carry on!) but I was able to tote home a few points of Vermont Cheddar. 

Thanks again to Teams Jamieson and Hanlon for being such stellar hosts.   


Sunday, October 5, 2014

The Art of Conversation

 Recently I have been able to experience a good handful of socially-dynamic situations:  the Outdoor Retailer trade show, a family reunion, weeklong adventures with both new folks and old friends, and lots of meetings about the Wasatch Mountains as part of the Mountain Accord process.  Each of these has involved a lot of pretty intensive conversations, and in total they have reminded me of the value of quality interactions and how few people understand the art of conversation. 

Some years ago I bumped into a guy whom we’ll call “Seth” (because that’s his name) in Steamboat, CO whom I had met kayaking in Ecuador a couple of years prior, and it turned out that we were both heading west to paddle the Cross Mountain gorge section of the Yampa, so I hopped in with him for the 3 hour drive.  As we rolled through the desert, I asked Seth what had happened in his life since we were together:  was he still with his girlfriend, how was his job (traveling around in a van to various kayaking events promoting an outdoor brand), what other kayak adventures he’d been on and what were the details, what he had cooking for the future, etc.  This “conversation” of me asking him questions and him answering went on for a good hour or so, and I finally decided to give him an opportunity to find out what I was up to, to see if this (fellow!) narcissistic phunhog would take advantage of that. So after he finished answering a question I didn’t say anything more, and a pregnant pause ensued.  After a coupla minutes he glanced over at me and asked “Do you smoke weed?”  huh?  Uh, no not really.  To which he reached down, grabbed his ipod, and plugged in his earbuds.  I guess our “conversation” was over. 

As we continued down the road I was tempted to say something to the effect of “Hey Seth, I have a concept for you to ponder:  when two people have a conversation, it usually consists of one person asking some questions, the other person answering, and then the second asks questions which the first person answers, and so on.  It’s kind of how two human beings interact.”  But I didn’t.  But I should have.  Because since that time I have realized that the ability to ask questions – and at least act interested in the answers – is an all-too-rare characteristic of conversations.  Too many people seem to take a question as a license to simply talk…..ad nauseum.  And that fact combined with a perceived lack of interest in their audience quickly leads to the “audience” fully checking out. 

Don’t get me wrong, I myself can talk as incessantly as anybody; just ask Tom MacFarland, a pretty taciturn guy whom I did a packraft trip with last summer and had never heard any of my stories (but was kind enough to laugh every once in a while), or Chris Adams whom I’ve paced at Wasatch 100 and pretty much asks me to yap at him to make the miles pass quickly, or for that matter Ashley, who still seems to tolerate me despite my infernal chewing away at her about pretty much anything and everything (and is happy that I have this blawg as an alternative outlet!)  But Ash has taught me that pretty much everybody has at least something interesting to say – she’s a champion question-asker – and if nothing else, asking questions makes people feel like you are interested in them.   And knowing this, I have to sometimes tell myself mid-yap to try to keep it in check.  If nothing else, invoking a simple line that I mostly attribute to Greg Hanlon:  “What do you think?”  I think it’s a testament to some of our poor conversation habits that this question often takes people by surprise!  But it’s a great way to say “I value your opinion”, which will make anyone feel good.  I

I’ve long thought that the very first stages of a relationship are the most interesting.  A very typical icebeaker is “where are you from?”  The truth is that nobody really cares where you are from, but it typically leads to more conversation, if that’s desired.  If someone says “I’m from Portland” I might say “I grew up there”; not because I want to tell them all about my many fun years there, but because I am familiar with it and there’s an opportunity for some commonality for future conversation.  However, if I say to someone “I’m from Salt Lake” and the person I met says “Oh, my son-in-law went to school there!”  Really?  “Yes, but now he’s an attorney in Dallas and specializes in ambulance chasing and has a couple of darling boys who are great lacrosse players and boy do they love to come back to Utah to ski and and and”.   Yikes!  The best example of this I can remember is when a few of us were gearing up for a jaunt down a river in Oregon and a couple pulled up and asked where we were from, and when we told them we were from Salt Lake they said “Really!  We had a two hour layover there just last week on our way home from Cancun!”  No shit!  Really?  That is so scintillating!  How was your experience?!”  That was most definitely not finding commonality…..

And then there are the topics of conversation.  Not long ago This American Life did a great segment on the most boring conversation topics ever (only they took it a bit further by attempting to actually make something interesting out of a decidedly uninteresting topic).  The mother in the story was a very proper Englishwoman and the taboo topics I remember were:
·      How I slept
·      My dreams
·      The route I took to get here
·      Traffic
·      My period
She had a hilarious story about having Robert Redford over for dinner many years ago, and he pretty much spent the entire evening talking about his route, the traffic thereupon, and his return route/traffic strategy.  To this list I would also add one of my pet unmentionable topics:  gasoline prices.  But the truth is that any topic can be ferociously uninteresting if your fellow conversationalist is not “in”.   And if there are multiple people involved, keep in mind that the fascinating conversation that two of you are having may be making the others in the group  - at best - strategizing about to gracefully exit the “conversation”, so it’s good to try to bring it around to everyone. 

Meetings always provide an interesting venue for conversations, and it’s such a different dynamic than friends talking or an introduction.  In actual meetings the attendants almost always have an agenda, and beyond the actual subject of the meeting it’s fascinating to watch people attempt to execute their agenda.  Many folks unfortunately employ the “more is more” and figure they can prove their point by dominating the conversation, but I have noticed that the most effective meeting attendees are those who sit and listen a lot, then finally opine in a direct, articulate manner.  Whether or not they are conveying the impression that they’ve heard and respected everyone else or they are simply engaging strategic timing is hard to say, but they typically have the most effect on the outcome.  It seems that there are two critical periods in a meeting – or a conversation, for that matter – the beginning and the end. If it’s really important to set the stage/tone/direction of a meeting, then speak up early, but if it’s important to come away with your opinion as the main takeaway, then pay attention to the flow and go in hard in at the dire end.   And resist the desire to interject with potentially extraneous thoughts; something that comes hard to us ADD types! 

And interruptions…..are far too common, unfortunately.  There seem to be two types:  1) I can’t resist bursting in with MY perspective!, and 2) I hear you, I acknowledge your point, I understand.  The latter is better, but it’s still sometimes best to simply let the talker finish (again, I can interrupt with the best of them, but I’m trying…..).  

Of course, if the best question you can come up with is “Do you smoke weed?” then perhaps the conversation is really not worth investing too much in, but generally there’s probably “a lot to be said”  - as it were - for strategizing your conversations.  Ask a lot of questions and you’ll get a lot of answers, and you might be laying the groundwork for creating fine art. 



Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Running the Middle Fork Salmon

The Middle Fork of the Salmon river is - next to the Grand Canyon - arguably the 2nd mostest premier river trip in the United States, and as such it can be hard to get a permit to float it. However, after the spring runoff the river level drifts gradually downward towards basal flow the popularity wanes, but there is still enough water to float a boat and there are dramatically fewer parties to negotiate with to share the amazing camps and iconic hot springs .  And fortunately brother Paul had the foresight to patiently wait out last year's government shutdown to get a late-season permit but still ahead of the hunting season.  Over the summer we met a crew who had done the trip the same week last year and had steady cold rain for the entire trip, but the rain hit before we arrived and with a nice forecast our motley crew of 7 leapt into our motley array of small rubber crafts into a couple-hundred cfs of water at Boundary Creek on September 21.
High culinary delights greet ID diners on the way to the rios.....
At high water the MFS can be fairly exciting, especially in the first few miles....
It looked scary at the put in! 
but it's mostly a bump-around at low water, even at notorious Velvet Falls a few miles downstream and the Pistol Creek rapid that looms 20 miles in.  We scouted each and bobbed through with aplomb.

The Middle Fork's notoriety comes from the float trips, but interestingly enough seems to get very little attention for its amazing plethora of backcountry trails.  There is a nice trail that parallels the river for 80 miles:

and there are a bunch of tributary drainages that have trails down to the main stem.   And there are approximately 1.24 million miles of game trails in the area that "game" have developed into pretty dang nice trails that wind up the barren ridges:
The game wasn't around apparently in anticipation of the imminent hunting season, but they make nice trails
So even a very leisurely float trip can be conducive to geeky aerobic types; I went for a good handful of amazing trail runs, including a fast 14 miler up and back on Loon Creek that finished with a great soak in its famous hot springs.

Paul charging up a ridge
Zin and Drew on the same ridge

"Zin!  You're going......too......fast....again!!" 
Colin wisely showing the way
Then charging down the trail!
Zinnia scrambling high above the river
Bear scat provided incentive to keep looking around as well as down whilst running
The hiking/running possibilities in that area are so vast that it's quite reasonable to have a river/raft supported running trip, if one were geeky enough to be so inclined.  And the packrafting potential - especially with the presence of Big, Loon, and Camas creeks that are all floatable in their own rights - is high with great trail access to all.

But most of the time was spent bobbing merrily down the river:
Quacking along in the double-duckie
Bruce on the left in his oar-framed Fat Cat


and fishin'
another nice ponderosa camp; Colin fishing on the left
The Crew:
some homeless guy in the soup line!


Zin, who's hair attracted these little blue flies
Bruce, happy to be on the river
The Cage Fighter
Normal wife to Cage Fighter!
The thinker
The goofball
We had a little bit of whitewater action; this is Rubber Rapid:
This is a pretty exciting rapid at high water; sorta hard to believe.  But there was plenty of water to float a boat. 
And a bit above this I got a bit cocky in a bit more challenging rapid and flipped and swam!

Thanks again to brother Paul for yet again being a great trip leader and to the excellent crew for great yaps and yucks.
Pondering life high above the river

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Tushar introduction and Thunder Mountain

The Tushar Mountains have always struck me as an under-appreciated range; they soar to over 12,000 feet and are only 200 miles from Salt Lake, everyone drives right by them many times on their way to Zion or other points south, but few folks (at least, me!) ever seem to go there.  There are a couple of yurts there that we had heard access mostly-south facing terrain, the paved and gravel road Crusher in the Tushar bike race have given it notoriety in the bicycle world,  and the little ski resort there garnered notice when a couple of "ambitious" investors (they are now doing time in the Utah state prison) tried to make it into a multi-billion dollar private ski resort a few years ago (and recently-indicted former Utah attorneys generals Mark Shurtleff and John Swallow have incriminating ties to that deal).    But more importantly, our great friend Guy is overseeing a part of the freeway rebuild job in the nearby town of Beaver and is nearing the end of a 6 month gig there and has used the opportunity to crawl all over the Tushars from the ski resort condo that has been rented for him.  So before he left we wanted to take advantage of his newfound knowledge to explore a new (to us) range.

Even though I've had a knee that has been too sore to push pedals around for a month, one pain-free easy spin with Ash on the road bike early last week and a good thumpfest chasing Scott Martin around the Shoreline trail made me hopeful that more therapy of 4-6 hour rides three days in a row would be effective to appreciate some what Guy called "adventure riding" in the Tushars.  Utahmountainbiking.com's site reported that last year 6 miles of flowy trails were cut in, and indeed they are nice, but they are really just the conduit into the higher old school singletrack that traverses and criss crosses the mountains.

Here are a few pics:
Tour guide Guy - with beard?!?   -showing us the lay of the land

Great singletrack at nearly 11,000 feet

Guy and Selkie on singletrack, tho Selkie knows it's a posed photo and that we are actually going the other direction!

A nice side hike to a Tushar sub-peak

A bit of "adventure" trail

The trails down there don't get a lot of use; there's a lot of Jedi trail finding

Ash pondering the wisdom of using slick cycling shoes on a narrow log

the leaves are starting to change....I love fall.  but who doesn't!  

This ain't no Park City buffed 6% trails; I got a bit of a sore shoulder from carrying the bike
Guy had to leave and the condo life was a lot less cheery as a result, so we decided to drive another hour south to do the famous Thunder Mountain ride, and add on the equally-excellent Cassidy trail loop as well.
Casto Canyon is an ATV double track that goes in and out of a pretty hammered wash; the riding isn't that sweet but the rock formations are super cool. 
The Casto trail also accesses a few more miles of stellar singletrack than the non-ATV Losee trail 

There's still a bit of "adventure" (ie unrideable) terrain on those trails

Colter-inspired artsy-photo
Apparently "most" (some?) people do Thunder Mountain as a shuttle, despite the fact that there's an amazing cycle track that parallels the highway through the very nice Red Canyon.  
Bryce NP is off limits to bikes, but Thunder Mountain has equally good hoodoos with legal singletrack
Taking this quality of trail and putting it anywhere would make it a classic
But having it in a beautiful setting makes it unparalleled.
Thanks again to Guy for his hospitality and showing us his temporary home.  I think we'll be back next summer to do some high-altitude ridge runs; maybe a full traverse?

Saturday, September 6, 2014

'tis the (political) season...

“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” 
― Margaret Mead

This week we went to a house party/fundraiser for Doug Owens, a who is running for the US House seat being vacated by Jim Matheson against our own local Sarah Palin, Mia Love.  Ms Love made waves in 2012 by being asked to speak at the Republican national convention (to show how "diverse" the party was by having a black woman speak?) and coming within 700 votes of defeating a generally-popular (if frustratingly weak) incumbent.  She was the recipient of zillions of dollars from a right wing super PAC and put it to good use in a solid campaign, and when Matheson announced that he was retiring the SLC lib'rl community gave a collective heavy sigh and thought "and thus goes the last vestige of political sanity in this state" as her Tea Party Expressers would ensure that she would take that seat.

However, with an open seat there's no strength of incumbency, and according to this article:  http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/politics/58284507-90/com-love-matheson-owens.html.csp  Doug Owens is  - before the season even began to kick into gear - "only" 12 points down on Love, which in that recently - and woefully - gerrymandered district is not that much, and notably the poll indicates that if Matheson were running again he'd likely win, so theoretically Mr. Owens "only" needs to show that he's as viable as Matheson.   In meeting him, we were impressed; though he hasn't run for office before he's articulate, sharp, no stranger to the political process (part of his career was as a DC lawyer and his dad was a well-respected UT Rep), has views that we believe in/respect, and - importantly - is a Latter Day Saint, which is very helpful in this state.

Not surprisingly, as a progressive thinker, he is not a fan of supply-side economics and the wealth inequity and subsequent social repression that it creates; as he put it:  "I'm not against people getting wealthy!  I'm against the middle class getting pushed down."  And when I asked what his solution would be for what seems to be this endemic problem I liked his response: "Education.  Smarter people make better choices", which from what I have read is spot on (A great read about this is "Deer Hunting With Jesus":   http://www.oxfordamerican.org/articles/2012/oct/09/book-review-deer-hunting-jesus/) and Mr Owens reminded us that one of Ms Love's 2012 campaign promises was to eliminate the US Department of Education and eliminate ALL government-backed student loans and grants.  In an era of infamously-high higher education costs, something tells me that not supporting lower education kids to get smart enough to go to colleges/universities/trade schools and then stifling economic opportunities to actually attend those schools won't really lend itself to a smart population that's able to make wise choices.

Among other things, Mr Owens talked about bipartisanship, but he also talked about "Tea Party Extremists" that were leading out country into a black hole.  I pointed out to him that many candidates love to talk about bipartisanship when it's convenient (on the campaign trail) but then fairly instantly become intractable once in office.  And his response was again acceptable, and indeed may be the only one:  " You just need to work on one person at a time"

Back in 2007 Ash and I had the opportunity to go to a fundraiser in Park City for a rising star in the Democratic party named Barack Obama.  It was $500 a ticket; needless to say, it definitely took a big gulp for our household to be willing to throw down a thousand bucks to fund a (wealthy) national political candidate.  But at the time we felt so disgusted by the too-many Bush years that we grudgingly acknowledged the need for individual financial support of candidates.  In the post-Citizen's United "Corporations Are People" era of unlimited campaign funds and a large chunk of the country harboring values/views that are so fundamentally opposed to our own and lawmakers who attempt to enact policies reinforcing those values I have become convinced that only voting is simply not enough.

I'm not necessarily a guy who volunteers for candidates working the phones, etc (I'm too busy being narcissistic!) but I feel pretty strongly that political "support" is the way to affect change, and the best way to show support is throwing down money for candidates you appreciate.  Owens' pitch  - which included a reminder that he's forsaking his career and putting a lot of pressure on his family to run an admittedly-uphill campaign - convinced us to give him $250, which was 2.5 times what we went there thinking we'd do, even though we don't even get to vote for him (due to the aforementioned gerrymandering).  We have an inkling as to how expensive it is to create effective media and get-out-the-vote campaigns (to affect folks who don't have the also-aforementioned education to even vote, much less make a well-informed vote) and we felt that our $250 is $250 he won't feel compelled to get from a corporation or a PAC, not to mention that the locality will mean it'll have a very direct effect on his campaign.

Recently I've had a few folks tell me that they are effectively so disgusted with "it all" that they are effectively checking out of the political process because it's hopeless and depressing.  For sure it seems like the only political news is bad news, and it could well be that come the morning of Nov 5 we will wake up to even more-depressing news, depending on your pursuasion.  I used to say "if you don't vote, don't bitch", but I have now come around to "If you don't donate, don't bitch."    If you have the money, write a check to candidates you like.  If you have the time, volunteer.  

Otherwise......