evilmoose is megan. she's an australian who spent half of 2009 bicycling through japan and europe. now she's back to lurking
in the canadian rockies; skiing, climbing, biking and adventuring, and waiting to meet the moosling due to arrive at the end of august.
email address for stalking convenience
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The cursed thesis has been stealing all of my evenings from me, so I haven’t been able to manage half my usual level of internet-based procrastination. Now passed half way in the corrections, looking forward to getting them all done and rid of.
Revelstoke also had trees…
blue skies (some of the time), more trees
and runs that really went forever (4700 vertical feet/1400 metres).
For Christmas dinner, we also tested out my fancy schmanzy new fondue set. Well fancy schmancy retro fondue set, that Secret Santa had bought for me from the Canmore thrift shop.
We read through the instruction book carefully. It was full of helpful tips.
“Fondue and friends make a gay after-ski party.”
“Liven up this informal party with bright coloured table decorations. For the buffet centrepiece, glue coloured paper cups end-to-end to hold attractively-arranged flowers.”
“Needless to say, more extensive burns should receive a doctor’s prompt medical attention.”
“In addition, a fire extinguisher should be as easily accessible to the dining area as it is to other parts of the house.”
And although we did set the placemat under the fondue slightly on fire, and at one point there were large leaping flames, and at another point we were unsure how we’d ever be able to get the thing to stop burning, save letting it burn itself out entirely … well, the cheese fondue was still deliciously tasty.
The Ghost River Wilderness Area is an amazing place.
We hiked in to climb Fang and Fist, WI5. Before this, the hardest thing I’d climbed was WI3 (or maybe WI3+).
This photo was stolen from the Interwebs – it was taken not long ago, so the climb looks roughly the same now. Because when we arrived at it, I was too busy being terrified by how steep it was (and wondering if I’d actually be able to climb it) to think of taking photos.
The mission was successful though. Despite my fear that my arms would fall off, we managed to get up all 400 metres before the sun set, only to rappel down and hike out in the dark (hurrah for headlamps).
