[photo]carruthersdoug.jpg[caption]The rolling Australian Alps[/photo]
After Australia's rolling hills, everything felt desperately steep for the first few ski trips out, probably not helped by frozen tracks pocked with craters and trenches from the myriad of boot-packers who seem to have overtaken the North Shore Mountains since we left for Australia. Dog shit and 50 cm deep boot holes seem to have become the predominant hazards around the North Shore Mountains.
Doug and I were trying to get the band back together to recreate the glory days when we were younger and stronger and each spring we'd head off on a big ski traverse, often around the Coast Mountains, but sometimes in the Rockies or the Selkirks. Robin and Betsy were otherwise engaged. Robin deep in the bowels of the Bivouac headquarters working away on prominences, road plans and all the other esoterica of running the Bivouac site, and Betsy, a seeming anachronism among our other friends, actually having paid employment! Tom, however, who had some kind of paid to do whatever gig going with the university, decided to get up at 4.00 am, drive for 1.5 hours, take the ferry from Vancouver Island, and meet us at Horseshoe Bay for a ski day, his only request being, and here I quote directly - if we could... To see the full trip report you must login as a paid member. Use the Login Page. (message p3)
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