Thursday, December 24, 2009

ryan and christy go snowshoeing

yes we did. on the high rim trail up beaver lake road. here are the pictures. it was fun. we brought snacks.

the valley was covered in fog the whole time.



but we had minty sun all afternoon.



first tracks. my favourite.



christy with meadow


look. its the moon



finally a clear view of the lake


more fog. i told you there was a lot.



this is where we ate our snacks


time to go

Monday, November 30, 2009

winter camping, and yes, we were warm enough




so on nov 28 we returned to hydraulic lake with a truck full of stuff. our mission, to sleep in a tent in the snow. we toured the campground until we fond a primo spot. not surprisingly, we were the only ones there.

we brought the usual pallets, aluminum foil and random meat. it was a darn good mission. we (kris and i, who else) had 6 sleeping bags, therma-rests and even pillows!! talk about luxury.



the entertainment for the evening consisted primarily of getting pulled around a gt snowracer behind a truck. the result is some sweet bruising all along one leg. no pics of that, sorry.

sven and tim joined us around the fire for the evening, but felt their own beds were far better than sleeping in a tent in the winter in the snow. they definitely were welcome company.



It was snowing all evening, but when we woke up it was sunny. we had a sweet breakfast, but not as good as the bird did that stole kris's marinated steak and a bunch of his bacon.

sorry this post is lacking the normal enthusiasm. it's monday. i didn't take many pictures, but i hope you get some of the idea from the ones i did take.

until next time...

Monday, November 23, 2009

more tales from the truck








hydraulic lake... what a sweet little spot.

we (kris, sven and I) drove up here sunday. well, sven drove until his truck would go no further due to traction issues, then he hopped in the 4runner.



It was not the usual daredevil mission, but anything is better than nothing. The road up is a little slick, but not so bad. at the top is Hydraulic lake, which is also a reservoir for kelowna. The water level seemed to be low, but sine this was my 1st visit, it's only a hunch. There are actually a few different lakes. all frozen over now, but with a dubious thickness of ice. There are 2 forestry campgrounds at the top. we chilled at the 2nd one and had a small fire. good chance to axe and saw some stuff up. getting the fire going was a challange, until we got the right wood. then it was all good.



we only chilled at the top for about an hour, then drove back down. i do believe that this camping are will be a spot for a possible winter camping trip and snowshoe adventure.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

terrace mountain, the long way around, and up, and down



star date nov 9th, 2009. just kidding, i think star trek is lame. but it was nov 9th. once again, kris and i decided to go somewhere cool. armed only with a general sense of direction but a good knowledge of coolness, we set out in the mighty truck. we decided to try and make our way up terrace mountain. thats where the biggest fire was this summer. i also heard of an abandoned mine that was in the area. that was all we knew, but we brought headlamps just in case we found the mine.


The mission began just off bear creek road. we saw lots of guys/ladies (its hard to tell when everyone has helmets on) ripping it up on dirtbikes. we checked out some of the trails on foot, and just when we were about to give up looking for the mine on the lower part of the mountain, we found it. We suited up (aka, turned on out flashlights) and began to adventure in. the welcoming party was a puddle of calf deep stinky mine water. then a big rat. we took a few pictures in the mine, then busted out of there. thinking there might be a bear or something worse. maybe an angry troll.



anyway... after the mine we continued up and up and up. into the land of ice and snow and dreams of winter tires. we took the long way around when we made one of those accidental on purpose decisions. the road was primo. until we got to the huge dead end. it was a dead end to rival all others. the road should have kept going, but didn't. our choices were to return and go up a different way, but it was a long drive back and we might not make the top before the darkness came. so we decided to follow a small dotted line on the map. clearly not a road, but our will power changed it into one! and after a medium size detour and 1 or 2 more dead ends, we were reunited with the correct road.


Then we saw the fires. we knew that the area had been badly burned during the great summer fire of '09, but we saw some big fires on the mountain across fintry valley. they were absolutely no threat to us, and we assumed that they were controlled fires set to burn off dry fuel/pine beetle kill. we left them alone and they left us alone.


so, we were back on the road, almost to the top. we spun up and down a few sketchy hills and the rocky summit was in sight. so was the steep switchback road that we couldn't believe was a road. even from a distance, it looked steep and very very sketchy. It was.

we made it part way up the road, which had about 20 cm of snow. There were tire tracks, but when they became quad tracks we got out of the truck. it was WAY too not drivable. even for us. having come this far, we obviously couldn't just turn around. so we hiked the last 2 km to the top. it was cold. there was snow. lots. the top felt like a blasted waste land, but with a crappy metal shack. we hung out there long enough to take some pictures and to say that we had been there.



then we walked back to the truck and drove back down.



The way down was uneventful (by our standards) and every road we took was the right one. or close at least. we saw some deer, some mountain goats and some very crazy tracks that must have belonged to a liger or something.


sadly, this adventure has taught me that adventures must be more mellow until i have tires more equipped to deal with the inevitable snow. but then... watch out. stay tuned for more adventures, even mellow ones can be sweet. trust me, i know adventures.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

its hard to blog when you are always on adventures



so... its not that i haven't had anything to write about. as vonnegut said "busy, busy, busy" thats my life. not always in a bad way.

this post will be dedicated to an adventure i had with Kris and Sven on Nov 1st. Kris is no stranger to those of you in my blog land, and sven was a welcome addition. we decided to try and find a wilderness camp that was built in 1990 by the environmental youth corp in the mountains near little white mountain. by camp, i mean a place to tent, not a bunch of cabins. we drove up and along the KVR in the truck, with only a vague idea of where we were going. Kris was wearing shorts. sven and i were not. finding the trailhead was pretty easy, and the camp really was a km or so up the trail. it was mission accomplished in a big way. photos i had seen of the camp showed it in a state of extreme disrepair. this was not the case upon our arrival. the camp was in prime condition, and the underground cold storage was back in action. someone really cleaned it up. we decided it is a good location for a potential winter camping mission in the future. we hiked up the trail a little more, but it was getting darkish in the bush, so we made tracks back to the truck.

then we made track in the truck. we followed a few different forestry and logging roads up into the forest and clearcuts up around crawford, just south east of kelowna. it was another successful mission.

btw...
tracks and trails is a sweet site on hiking and outdoor adventure type of stuff. lots of user comments, and Clayton Kessler (the guy who runs the site i think) seems like a bang up guy.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

photos and more

so, i went to walmart (awkward silence) and picked up my photos. here they are. look.


a shallow creek crossing. i almost drove over a fish. not really.


this is the old hunter cabin in its natural habitat. see how still it is?, it's playing dead.


after driving through some clouds, we stopped to pee. while peeing, i saw this cool view. when i was done peeing, i took this picture.


the truck, aka our tent. also the pallet fire. notice the snow.

there you have it. some pictures of the greatest journey since jules verne's journey to the center of the earth. and also the greatest journey until the next one. the truck must rest for now.

Monday, October 5, 2009

graystokes, the epic journey.


this is the end of the road. graystokes lake. that road looking thing is not really a road.

an overview of the whole trip


so, where to begin...

kris, my trusty co-pilot and i set out for a green area on a backroad mapbook at about 4:30. none of us had any way of knowing what lay ahead. we got lost at least 3 times before 5:45, and being lost on a maze of mountain forrest roads is fun, but counter-productive to MISSION: ADVENTuRE. i'm suprised kris is still my friend, after all the fun but misguided antics that i've dragged him into. project 7 summits comes to mind.

our 1991 4runner. its got the sr5 v6, 5 speed, a back power hatch that opens only 5% of the time, and closes only 2%? in fact, i had resigned myself to having to take the trip with it permanantly open, until it miraculiously closed, possibly never to be opened again? i can tell you this about it though, the 4x4 part works awesomly well.

maybe the road/trail? definately more of a trail. when we finally decided to camp, and i use the term very loosly, and you will soon see why, it was only because after the stream crossing, the road became a trail, full of boulders that only a rock crawling machine could clear...

speaking of rock crawling machines... about 10k off the highway, on what ends up being the Graystokes forestry road, there is a sweet snowmobile cabin that is also used in the summer. it is also used by rednecks with landcruizers with 454 chevy engines and tires at least 5 feet high. and their girlfriends...the redneck's girlfriends, not the jeeps, that was a misplaced modifier i know. anyway, this choice group of the population was using the cabin when we got there, and it was clear that our non-mullet, not O.V. beer drinking and occasional showering ways were not welcome with them. we left to try for the next cabin when they started eating a squirrel, before it was dead.

so about camping. it was difficult to set up the tent in the 20 cm of snow. yup. snow. and lots of it. everywhere. it began as a little slush about 5km up the road, right after i said, "maybe i don't need the 4wd after all". by 7k, it was 5cm deep, and half way up, at the cabin, it was 10. it wasn't falling, it got there before we did. the snow was compltely unexpected. we had tents and were expecting to use them. but the toyota hotel was nice too. except for that rear door issue, the part about it not opening. and if it did open, probably not closing again. glass is a better insulator than no glass. but getting the pallets out of the back was difficult through the side door. yes, i said pallets. for the fire. that was our only redeeming quality in the eyes of the rednecks. so we got the fire going, got soaked wadding through the 20cm of snow to get more wood, but had a ripping fire going until we closed the doors of the truck and passed out. i mean went to sleep. we ate like kings. potatoes cooked in the fire, corn on the cob, potatoes, marinated chicken, gormet sandwiched rescued from a seminar at work in the morning.

in the morning, we had another sweet fire and headed back across the stream to a different road that might let us up. it did. we were not the first ones through the snow, but definately in the top 5. at the top is Graystokes lake. not as cool as i imagined, but pretty cool none the less. we checked out some bullet holes in a brick. that was the highlight of the lake. the map showed a road continuing north past the lake, but it became impassable for all but a redneck after about 500m. the only thing worse than going down a narrow and almost impassable road, is haveng to do it again in reverse. we did a lot of reversing. a lot. in fact, reverse was a proud sponsor of our trip, along with aluminum. our trip would have been a disaster without them.

So... reaching the most accessible top, we had no choice but to go back down the way we came. good thing we had a GPS and a backroad map book, otherwise we'd still be trying to find our way down. we checked out a few side road (on purpose) and ended up at a lot of dead ends, but cool none the less. more reversing too.

when we finally reached the bottom, we had eaten 6 potatoes each, gone through 2 pairs of socks, 4 pallets and 2 small bottles of propane. also 1/2 a tank of gas and travelled just over 125km. not bad for a 21 hour adventure.

i DID take pictures, but since christy was in new orleans with the digital camera, i took film kinda pictures. remember those?? so i have to get them developed.

now i should go clean the truck out, it smells like corned beef.

Monday, September 28, 2009

this just in!!! someone commented on my blog!!!

wow. its my first official confirmed reading of my blog. thanks andrea!!! also, thanks to midori, who is my first (and so far only) follower!! i love you guys!

Friday, September 25, 2009

weddings, canoeing and snakes. lots of snakes. and deer.




last weekend i was in pinawa for my sister andrea's wedding. despite the fact that her new husband carl was mucho sicko the day of the wedding and following, everything went off without a noticeable hitch. i guess you could say they got hitched without a hitch. The wedding was at an old hydro electric dam just outside of pinawa. it was built in the early 1900s, decommissioned 20something years later, and became a artillery practice sight for the military for some war, and has since become a provincial park. tres cool i think. most of the structures are still in tact. also, since no people live there anymore, it has become home to millions of snakes. i really do mean millions. i lost count at 37 563 732. i hate snakes, so it was a source of minor anxiety for me. the dam is about 15km downstream from new pinawa (actually just called pinawa, as opposed to the dam, which is old pinawa) so my brother and i took the opportunity on friday to canoe to the rehersal. it was cool. we say a few turtles with shells the size of garbage can lids. really. we also had a very close incounter with a deer (not so impressive when you consider that we saw more deer in pinawa than snakes in old pinawa). My camera battery died before i could take any pictures of the canoeing, but it was cool. now im back in kelowna, my sister is married and im ready for my next adventure, which i hope is a 4x4 and hiking adventure into graystokes provincial park. a kinda remote park in the kootaneys. further updates as adventures warrant.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

gillard today, vapour again tomorrow, but first beer tonight.

so yesterday we (my buddy kevin from bike shop work, some other guy and I) went to gillard to ride. Gillard was the first DH freeride action I ever really checked out, and I checked it out on foot, not on rubber. But yesterday I finally got a chance to ride it. It was also my first mission with our new truck (a 91 4runner). What a sweet ride. there was lots of ridable built up log rides, ramps and jumps, as well as tons of sweet singletrack. Not too rocky either, which was a surprise. the ride down was just short of an hour, and while i was waiting for the vehicle retrieval, i drank a beer with some cool older doods from vancouver. overall, a very good day. tonight we were at aaron's birthday party, and im on a drinking mission. but tomorrow, hopefully kevin, patrick, me and some other dood will be hitting vapour trail again in the morning for a few runs. vapour is the trail i made that girl cry on (see 2 posts ago or so). Then a pig roast!! woohoo. don't you wish you had my life?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

7 summits, oh yea, i forgot the best part

so, back to the rossland riding story for a second...

on the way back, after the rain had stopped and we had bbq'd once again, we were headed towards beaverdell, which has a population of about 200 or so and DOES have a sign for a gas station. this was important because the fuel guage was on "e" although the gas light wasn't on yet. We searched the town for said gas station, but found only what might be a gas station, but apparently wasn't. what could we do but drive and cross our fingers? just on the outskirts of this non-thriving non-metropolis, a big blue sign reminded us to check our fuel, next service 79 km. after checking it, it was still low. very low. unless "e" means enough, but i don't think it does. The gas light came on about 15km past the sign. i remembered watching a show about gas mileage testing, and they said they lancer had traveled 70km with the gas light on. i hoped my car was the one used in the test, but i don't remember anyone borrowing it. also, we were in the mountains, and figured that would change the result. if we could make it to big white turn off, it was 95%downhill from there. driving 90 for the next 45 minutes in the silent glow of the small orange light of the gas meter, we planned what we could do. i figured my caa membership might come in handy, until i realized that we were out of cell phone range. We didn't really want to have to ride our bikes away from an abandoned car, but that would have been our best option. it turns out... we made it. lots of coasting in neutral might have helped. sorry for the quick wrap up, but thats the end


our camp spot near rossland

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

a valuable lesson

This post is not in chronological order. it's unstuck in time like the infamous billy pilgrim.

Vapour trail in the Crawford trail network is not for beginners. A few of us were ready to ride one late august evening. A few guys from work and someone who had never ridden in the okanagan before. They assured me that they had worked in bike shops before, and i guess i understood this to mean more than it did. It was my first time down the trail, but i thought that since it was in crawford, how hard could it be?? The trail that takes pros about 15 minutes, and joes about 45, took us just over 2 hours. we finished the trail in the dark, and it involved me coaxing our friend to ride and, after that failed miserably, a walk down the remaining 3 kms of the 7km trail. i'm excited to go back and finish the trail in the daylight, but i learned a valuable lesson.... i dont' really know what it was, but i learned it. the hard and slow way. so... if anyone wants to ride vapour with me, lets go, and we'll meet up at the bottom. bring bear spray if you are walking alone though the woods at night, because you might be able to outrun a bear on a bike, but not pushing one.

7 summits, or lack there of


So after not enough planning but a sense of adventure to compensate, Kris and I headed to Rossland BC on Sunday night of Labour Day long weekend. We drove through pouring rain with a yellow lancer loaded with bikes gear and an indespensible bbq. We arrived for the last day of the Fat Tire Festival, set up the tent in a no camping- rest stop and bbq'd pop tarts for diner. We had a meeting with the shuttle guy the next morning to take us up to the epic 40km 7 summits trail. The next morning, after bbqing corn for breakfast (i know the corn should have been diner and the pop tarts for breakfast, but whatever) we went to meet the shuttle guy. He said that we were now the only ones who wanted to ride the trail, and due to the small crowd, rides were now 45$ each. That seemed like way too much to pay to ride through the blizzard and landslide that were reported at the top, and the driver decided that we were not going. So, up and ready to ride at 8:00 am, we went in search of some other epic rides that didn't involve parkas or sketchy shuttle drivers. We ended up on some of the wettest rootiest rockiest single track ever. After the 2 km push to the top of the mountain that is. Every intersection choice was answered with "keep descending!" and we rode miles of forested trails that kept the tires sliding off the wet roots. After 10 or so km so, the trail opened into some of the fastest open singletrack through a sweet grassy meadow. Then the climbing began. We pedaled and pushed our way across a golf course, up some gravel roads and then pedaled aross town to where we had parked, stopping at a grocery store to get something else to bbq for lunch. Then we did it again. this time the trail took us around and up a different mountain, along still wet and loamy rooted trails through what felt like a rain forest. After another 10 or so kms, we returned to the car again, with just enough time to pack up the bikes before another torrential downpour hit us. Thus began the return trip home, in the rain, with the bbq.

Monday, August 24, 2009

my blog, the intro part

In an concerted effort to cut the tie with facebook, i have started a blog. in the end i may have both if i cant bring myself to end my facebook life, but heres hoping. if you are reading my blog AND are still my friend on facebook, then we will both know i have failed. this blog will chronicle my continuing efforts to leave facebook, and also, hopefully, provide you with a way, other than facebook, to follow my adventures.

Monday, August 3, 2009

pat and ryan go to divide lake

So, im an effort to further document my adventures, I have created this new old post. The adventure happened before my blog was a thing, hence the chronological mystery of how did this post appear in the past of 2009. This was my first trip up okanagan mountain. There are trails all over the mountain, some were changed after the fire of 2003, before i lived here. We parked on lakeshore rd and began the steep hike up. the trail soon joined the service road that leads to the towers at the top.  It's gated at the bottom to keep vehicles out of the park.

the trail through the brush near the bottom of okanagan mtn.
soon we joined the rd, and the landscape changed. from low brush to standing burnt trees.
the trees added an eerie feeling but looked cool
We reached the top in the early evening and camped homeless style. no tent. it was an awesome night sleeping under the stars, except for the bugs.
evening view west to okanagan lake
our homeless style camp in the morning
After breakfast, we left our bags at the campsite and explored around the lake and hiked to the top of the mountain.
the service rd to the top
looking down through the burn area.
divide lake
divide lake is long and narrow. you could almost throw a rock across it, but it's about 500 meters long. a cool mountain lake for sure. we got back from the explore, went for a swim and started down. there is a cabin at the top, and it's in pretty good shape. no stove or anything inside, but would do in a pinch.
the cabin at the top.  sleep-in able.  maybe
patrick swimming
hiking down
just before the parking.  almost home.  sigh.

It was a solid hike. I've been up there again since with Jeff and Partick to check out the old plane crash. , and will do it again for sure. It's a steep hike, so be ready for 3 hours of climbing, mostly on a rocky road. but its so worth it.