I celebrated our ‘Nova Scotia heritage day’ February 20th with a snow shoeing group on a trail new to me. I was told that in warmer weather there is a beautiful little waterfall up to the left of the open water of this Little Brook . Viewing that is a lure to be back in summer with hiking poles and shoes, to discover more of this River Ridge Common - close to New Germany, Nova Scotia. Canada.
A forest of skis.
This is the scene that has greeted us outside or door this week. A scene that gives me great satisfaction to see every time I walk outside. Inside, on a chalk board is written the following:
Les règles du chalet:
I am happy to say that we have followed the rules, to the best of our abilities.
So my goal of skiing up the mountain every day didn't happen yesterday. Amongst the attempts to get some work done intermingled with the coming and goings of friends, and a fantastic dinner with another friend, skiing took a back seat.
Today however, @mypictograph, @celine, and myself managed to make it out for an afternoon jaunt up the mountain. This would be the second time up for this young man, the first being when he carried his younger sisters (@brienne) snowboard up for her earlier in the day.
When we first started #onedayaweek with our kids, it was our goal to ensure they were tired out by the end of the day. These days, especially with this guy, it is pretty hard to tire him out... he just eats more food and is ready to go again.
This week we are back in our old stomping grounds... New Richmond QC, on the beautiful Gaspe Peninsula. We are taking a bit of a working vacation, visiting friends, enjoying the fresh air and the outdoors, and getting in whatever we can for skiing while maintaining a day job.
This afternoon a good friend of ours came to visit and we skinned up Pin Rouge - the local ski hill (closed during the weekdays). The weather was fabulous, with great spring skiing conditions... in February. We won't dwell on it being too early for weather like this... we will accept it for what it was - fun playtime in the snow.
The best part is, this is just out our back door, so I expect to be doing this daily for the next few days - weather permitting.
In this photo: @mypictograph and our friend Claude.
“Hiking and happiness go hand in hand (or foot in boot).” ― Diane Spicer
I started of on February 8th with a dull ache in my left foot. A trip to the doctor confirmed I had an old bone chip floating around. There was nothing they could do, and they recommended I stay off of it, wrap it, ice it, and ultimately....rest. That's counter-intuitive to a training thru hiker. REST? Ha.
I did hobble around at work for the remainder of the week and much into the next, but eventually the pain began to subside. I purchased a pair of Vasque Breeze boots, the ones I planned on using for my hike. They seemed to keep my foot stabilized while at work. Thankfully, the pain began to subside toward the end of the week. Crisis averted!
Living in socal, we've had quite the storm in the past week or so, with more rain on the way. That leads to gorgeous seasonal waterfalls and the streams the feed to be very plentiful within the San Gabriel Mountains. I took my days off to do two short hikes to test my boots and my now pain free foot. The first trail was located in Tujunga Canyon, and I was no prepared (foolishly) for the deeper water crossing that turned me around about 2 miles in. But a short 4 mile hike after 2 weeks off was enough for me to realize that my foot pain was in fact gone, and not going to flare up on short hikes. The next day, Max and I explored a more popular trail closer to home, with much more shallow water crossings. He was definitely happy to be out and about instead of cooped up at home with me. Again, we only did about 3 miles that day as well, but i'm easing back into mileage again. I'm hoping, weather permitting, to get a good 10 miles in hiking Saturday, with a moderately weighted pack.
I can definitely feel a little pre-hike anxiety kicking in. Will I have enough money saved up in time? Will I be ready, physically, mentally? Will everything work out? Will Max be ok? It's more of his hike, than mine, after all. I feel like I have so many loose ends to tie up before I begin, and time is ticking. With my permit officially approved, it all just seems so much more real. This is happening, and I can't wait. Time to fine tune my gear list and start logging miles!
Lovely Sunday afternoon trek with my husband @hammerhead (favourite hiking companion). Plus 5 degrees Celsius weather, with some full sun to begin, ending with an overcast sky. Trekkers had gone ahead of us, making for an easier hike - yet we still stripped off layers before summiting the short climb.
The Pacific Crest Trail is an abstract concept. Just like the number 100,000 or a weight of 12 pounds; 2650 miles is equally as inconceivable. But the PCT has never just been the length of a footpath between Mexico and Canada. Neither is it solely the places it brings you, the ridges it climbs and the valleys it mosies along. Maybe it's the people, the experience of living outside, the hardship, the joy. Whatever it is, the Pacific Crest Trail is something too large and multi-dimensional to grasp fully in my mind.
I've had some awesome conversations with some of my fellow thru-hikers already and I haven't even started hiking. I can only speak for myself, but my emotions are a roulette of 40% panic and disillusionment, What the heck am I doing? What about all the snow? Am I prepared enough? What do I do with my life if I get injured and have to leave?, 50% determination and resolve that this is what I'm going to do and what I want to do so I'm doing it despite the disillusionment, and 10% is excitement and happiness that this is what I'm going to do. I'm not too concerned about the first 40% because this is what I feel for a backpacking trip of any length, even if it's just for overnight. What is going to be interesting to see is if this feeling comes back every time I go into towns to resupply, rest, eat.
T-minus 60 days.
60 days until hiking north. Until waking up in the middle of the night while cowboy camping to see the stars through the slit in my sleeping bag, nose cold, our galaxy spilled across the sky like milk. Heat that makes me wish desperately for a clear stream of snowmelt to dip myself in to wash away my dirt and sweat, and cold that leaves me dreaming of the blanketing heat of the desert floor. Days where my head is in a fog and it becomes difficult to move my legs.
Loneliness. Boredom. Running down a pass during a summer thunderstorm with my new trail friends. The absolute freedom of being able to pee wherever I want (seriously, I miss this a lot). Hunger that makes food taste better than it ever will again in my whole life. Staying up late to play card games sitting in a circle in the dirt, with people I've just met and might never see again. Seeing Sagebrush along the side of the trail and it reminding me of home so that I want to dance and hug it and sing "Home Means Nevada." Actually singing and dancing and singing it out until my heart is full.
Getting to hug a stranger's dog because I'll miss my dogs at home. Calling my mom and crying because I don't think I can do this any longer. Doing it longer anyway, because I was just having a bad day. Breathing through my head net, my skin crawling as I frantically run from a swarm of mosquitos. Praying to run into someone who wasn't too stubbornly idealistic to bring DEET.
Seeing the sun rise and set every day, and its slow revolution across the sky being all that is necessary to tell the time. Losing track of what day it is, whether it's Tuesday or Friday, because really it doesn't matter. Seeing Meiss Cabin and knowing that I'm on my home turf and will see my family soon. Walking north from Tahoe and for the first time not walking towards home but away from it. But at the same time, knowing that the trail is now also my home.
Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll see a clear-cut strip of trees in the distance, the Canada border, and know that my journey is almost done.
Getting out the door this morning started with a lot of resistance. In fact, the resistance started last night, at the end of a long day. The prospects of getting up early to make lunch, pack gear, and get everyone in the car at a respectable hour were daunting for a few of our tribe members.
If there is one thing we learned early on, it's that getting out the door is often the hardest part. Once you have done the hard work of taking those first steps, you almost never regret it. In fact, sometimes it is the times when there is the most resistance, that you actually need it the most.
In this photo: @reneetougas stares down the face of a black/double-black run - when did you start to like those? I am not complaining!
I celebrated our ‘Nova Scotia heritage day’ February 20th with a snow shoeing group on a trail new to me. I was told that in ...
inspired by the Ski hill, Pin Rouge, with windmills in the background.
A forest of skis. This is the scene that has greeted us outside or door this week. A scene that gives me great satisfaction to ...