Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Jamie's dice with death...


Or slow asphyxiation... which I have always pencilled in as one of those nasty ways of of becoming dead. Anyway I was off my game a bit today, but still went skiing in Myrkdal ski area, it was busy which irritated me, so I nipped back to the car found some skins and went ski touring instead. Took the tow to the highest point and skinned up the local peak. I did noticed the scoured snow, and that it had been really cold with blue skies for days (facet crystal alarm) but just seemed to block all this out. Many people had been skiing the lower off piste slopes, even in areas I have thought are prime time avalanche trigger zones. I have been to a few and they really give me the creeps, especially as some many people take off at the tow and just slide across into them. Oblivious it may seems. Anyway I skinned up to the top, chatted with some guys who had just skied the face already and were getting ready for another shot, and then spoke to Siri on the phone. So of I went the snow was great, real powder, and deep. I was aware the slope was getting steeper so, traversed over to a new line, and suddenly found myself in unknown ground, steep. The slope to my right was a notorious avalanche spot. Normally cornice collapse of a rock face. To the left was a classic convex, concave slope on one of these steep bluffs I wished to avoid. Or straight down following some other guys tracks, which looked steep. I should have gone straight down (in hindsight this would have taken me into the run out zone), but hesitated not being on the ball, and traversed right through the key zone on the convex, concave slope, trying to get 30-40 m or so to a defined rib. This had also been skied. I crossed it, and about halfway across I saw that distinctive cracking below me, silent. Angular blocks, rotating, randomly, I checked above me, nothing was happening, and checked around me, nothing, I skied on heading for the rib and large boulder as sanctuary. Between me and the boulder was a hidden gully, not big but it was to risky to try and ski though it to the boulder, so had to go straight down. The avalanche by this time had finished in the key zone, and would not elongate to my new position. I watched it run out for 200-300m. I moved as quick as I could being careful to choose a new line, following ribs and getting ready to run and hid, but I had one thing on my mind, and that was simple get to the ranger station and tell them nobody was trapped in the debris and I was the only person involved. The snow was deep at the bottom and I could not get speed up. Slowly I go to the piste and shot down to the tow, where I found the rangers gearing up for a rescue. They seemed very understanding all considered. One of the rangers a Brit told me it was only 5 mins after the avalanche that a Lifty (tow operate) told him! And so if I had been trapped it would have been way past 20mins before they would have started a rescue. Which would have meant death for me. I never go into the hills expecting rescue, I never expect it ever, but I am sure at 4am tonight I will wake up in bed and have that dreadful thought of but and if and what's. Today I totally screwed up, but on a positive side when the slab avalanche occurred I did not panic and calmly assessed and skied out. On a negative side, today I went down a slope I new could avalanche, fully in this knowledge and skied straight into the key or trigger zone with full knowledge. And for that I am a idiot!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Vinteren kommet tilbake


Well suddenly the ski season stated with a trip to Hemsedal! Normally at this time of year you go to Hemsedal for a social and a bit of skiing on fake snow – ice thing and wonder why you bothered, but this year fresh snow had plastered the mountain. Elisabeth drove up, giving me a break as I have just driven back from the far north seeing Siri. It was good drive up and the road wasn’t to icy so I could relax in the back while our other passenger Jess from Canada periodically shut her eyes when it all got to much, which reminded me of my sisters black Labrador that is a shy and neurotic wreck and copes with everything by going to sleep. This occurred in the weirdest places like a visit to the pub. She would get nervous and just lie on the floor sleep while all danger had to skirt round her. To be a dog, may be I should learn from this, and fall asleep in scary Statoil Hydro meetings! Anyway I digress, it’s a habit don’t you know…. Hemsedal…. So off we went… and we found fantastic conditions in the forest (Jeg ha kompis i skogen!), and suddenly the mist of desire over took me, my usual diplomatic self evaporated, the impatient and impulsive person came out, dropping straggerlers and wasters at my side I charged off alone, wanting more of this powder filled forest drug. I skied harder, harder, steeper lines, only black runs and beyond to my legs burnt and the ghost within my mind where forced to the dark recesses, obscurity and beyond. But this wasn’t enough and as the road was blocked on Sunday night we stayed another night and found fresh snow, and for a few hours on Monday skiing between the trees I was invisible, and this lasted some time until my legs could take no more and I retired with grace before I broke something.


The best therapy is a steep run, with a fresh snow….

Ice has arrived…. That deep feeling of fear starts to awake, I sometimes wonder if it will ever stop knowing at my cranium, nibbling at my resolve, it would be so easy just to say no and go skiing, but I drive through the valleys the girls in the car giggles, your like a dog staring out of the window and they had never seen me so focused. Ice fall after ice fall, dominated my thoughts, I wish I had never seen them, which had slept through this journey, but I have seen them know…. I must go and see…