Monday, 2 January 2017

Trountain Biking

Marie-Laure and I ditched the kids and headed up to DP for NYE on the weekend.
Without our meddlesome wombats, we got a lot of work done on the house.
We also had nice meals at Tani, and High Plains, and actually made it through to the New Year after not one but two spectacular fireworks displays (nice to see our rates going up in smoke!). And followed by a late night dance party in front of the fire for which I can post no photos...
On New Year's Day I invented the new sport of Trountain-Biking.
Whilst I'm still musing over the details, it goes something like this:
The trountain-biker must complete a course of not less than 10km, of which around 50% should be technical. Trout can be caught in any manner - they're not as intelligent a beast as fly-fishers would have us believe; and a "trountain tally" is then calculated using the following formula.

Tt = Distance (km) x Number of legal fish (n) x Weight of biggest fish (kg) / time (hours). 

Which gave me a total of 10x4x0.8/2 = 16

I'm still working on the formula including some measure of cuisine, but they sure tasted good for breaky before the drive home yesterday!
    
The last photo has been pinched from some telemarking breathren off Kosi on New Year's Day, which culminated in a search and rescue for an injured skier. 
Surely the first for Australia in January! 
















Saturday, 8 October 2016

The Hunt for White October: episode II

Charlotte and I spent a very special couple of days on Swindler's and Machinery.
We stayed Thursday night at DP to get our packs sorted and wax our skis for spring. After a reasonable start, we had a nice (albeit on the slow side, despite the wax!) run down Mary's and stopped for a snack down the bottom where it was a relief to get out of the wind. Then up the other side where Charlotte began to master the art of skinning and kick turns.
It was obvious that the weather was going to get worse before it got better, and with nobody about we decided to stay Friday night in Derricks Hut to avoid the predicted heavy rain and ferocious winds. 
We had noodles for lunch, afternoon tea and dinner, and Charlotte gave me an exotic dance exhibition, as well as practicing her charcoal sketching, soap-making and random arson. I was glad to have packed the mini-beatbox, but forgot a book, some sketch-paper and pencil or cards. A bottle of wine would have been nice too. I mostly passed the afternoon cutting firewood of which there is plenty, and also a few walks up the hill. The warm winds were causing a massive melt, and as we dozed off next the fire, the heavy rain arrived. 
A mild freeze in the early hours of Saturday finally saw the snow consolidate into a slicker acceptable corn. I probably climbed and skied around 3000m on one of the best days of the season. Charlotte was terrific, and we scored some very fine lines.
On the way home we had a significant tyre drama that was all going horribly wrong until we were rescued by the very kind Phil.
Anyway, a great weekend pretty much summed up in the following clip: