Category: Alpine Notes

Musings of an alpine nature…

March 3, 2015 / / Alpine Notes
November 4, 2014 / / Alpine Notes

“I can’t get all this stuff into my pack.” Whether the first day, the second, or the day after a ten day re-ration, the comment…

August 8, 2014 / / Alpine Notes

Bugaboo: an object of fear or alarm; a bogey. Upon seeing the gendarme high on the south ridge of the then unnamed Bugaboo Spire, Conrad…

July 22, 2014 / / Alpine Notes

As usual, I wished for rain.  It is always easier on the ego than feigning a case of the Sphinx Sphincter or Gannett Gut, things…

December 13, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

How can something so beautiful be so, so… unforgiving, or maybe unwelcoming? The mountains of New Zealand are cruel mistresses. They tempt me with their…

December 7, 2013 / / Alpine Notes
December 2, 2013 / / Alpine Notes
November 2, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

Twenty-four hours ago we waded, almost thoughtlessly, across the calf deep McCoy Stream, climbed the stony embankment and walked to the small hut on the…

October 8, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

October 1st 2013 1100 — “Man, sometimes the group decision making process drives me insane”  Sean utters as he crawls into the vestibule.  One hand…

May 23, 2013 / / Alpine Notes
May 15, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

“Want to bet on what the weather does mañana?” I ask Christian. “I think it will be clear” he says after a moments reflection. “Hmmm,…

February 10, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

“Get up.  Today we climb.”  I pull back inside the tent after sticking my head out the window.  Unfamiliar constellations shine down brightly from the…

December 15, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

Porters Ski Field Winter 2012 — “Shiddaduduh” Hayden Gemmell points out to a skier as they are getting on the tow line.  The skier turns…

December 12, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

25-27 November 2012 — Blue sky is somewhere above.  Christian sits in “my” vestibule and pumps the Whisperlite.  The smell of white gas permeates the…

October 31, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

The nighttime silence of the Cameron River valley seeps in through the yellow fabric of our tent.  The pale green glow of the light on…