First speed Noram of the season
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Sunday, 30 December 2012
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Snow, snow, where did you go?
After the first week, the weather in Chile became nothing but beautiful sunny days. It felt like summer again and we were once again in shorts and T-shirts. The hot weather meant everyday our first run had to be an inspection, finding the new rock gardens that had broken through the thinning snow pack.


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Instead of a minute thirty Downhill we had a 15 gate Super G |
Both the American Men's Team and the BC Men's were heading home after just two weeks in Chile. My team was planning to make the eight hour bus down to Termas de Chillan. The day before we were packed up to leave, the Spanish National Team reported that the snow in Chillan was disappearing fast, there was probably only three days left of skiing down there if the heat continued. Instead of strapping on my skis again, I suddenly found myself strapping on my seat belt on a plane headed back to Canada!
Emma met me on the other side with a borrowed car and whisked me off to start meeting all her friends, attend a class or two and explore Kingston in all its fall beauty. It was fantastic to finally meet people I had heard stories about for the past four years. I felt like I already knew most of her friends and they were all incredibly welcoming and fun. My cousin Alice Main is in her first year at Queen's, living just across campus from Emma. It was wonderful to catch up with her, tour her dorm and attend a drama class with her. I ended up spending most of my time hanging out with Emma's friends while she and Alice attended class and tried to be studious.
Emma and I spent my whole last day exploring Wolfe Island on bikes. Wolfe Island is a lot like Pincher Creek; windmills, farms, small towns and open sky. It was marvelous to get out of the city and enjoy fall. After we had a picnic on the Big Sandy Beach we met up with Alice's brother Charlie, who goes to school at McGill and came to Kingston for Thanksgiving. Our trio completed the local corn maze and celebrated with hot chocolate and pizza.


Catching a bus from Kingston to Toronto at 1am, a plane from Toronto to Calgary at 7am and then driving the two hours to Pincher, I made it home in time for my Grandma's famous Thanksgiving feast. I was welcomed home to 10inchs of snow in the Rocky Mountains!
I had traveled halfway around the
world searching for snow and it was waiting for me in my back yard when I got
home.
Thursday, 20 September 2012
An Awesome Day in Portillo
Went for a lake walk with Sarah |
Silken Rauhala and I discovered that the super nice owner of the hotel has kayaks that he is more than willing to lend us! Since it has been such a warm snowless spring Laguna del Inca the lake isn't frozen
The view from the other side is stunning! The cold water is the brightest shade of blue |
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Magical Spring
I only ever get one month a year that is totally free of training to do whatever, whenever. This year my spring consisted of some of the most amazing memories that I got to share with my oldest sister Kyra!
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The amazing Joshua tree that look like aliens |


Later that spring after a quick ski camp in Whistler I caught my first greyhound to Bellingham, where I stayed for a couple days with my friend Juliana Burgo at the Cuddle House before we headed to the Gorge. In the days I was in Bellingham I fell in love! Not only is it a cozy beautiful ocean side town but Juliana's friends welcomed me willingly into their gang called "The Rumpus Crew", a group of people who also live to have fun.
This next big adventure was my first music festival at the Gorge in Washington. I’m now completely hooked and feel totally at home at festivals. Everyone you meet is happy and genuinely wants to be your friend. The energy of thousands of people enjoying the same thing is completely contagious and exhilarating! Kyra met up with The Rumpus Crew and me and we headed to The Sasquatch Music Festival.
Tree hammock by the ocean... who wouldn't fall in love with Bellingham?
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Ben Howard!!!! |
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Not a bad place to listen to Metric |
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So happy to get to share this experience with Kyra |
From an Albertan Summer to a Chilean Spring
When I walk up to a ticket counter wheeling two trollies with my 7 pairs of skis, 2 pairs of ski boots, massive duffle bag, and carry-on I always get death glares from flight attendants, and I got the same disbelieving reaction from the lady behind this desk that I usually do. “This is ALL yours?!?”
It was a long flight from Toronto to Santiago and all my new teammates were thrilled to witness how “gifted” of a sleeper I am. Apparently I slept right through breakfast but they still gave me a tray of food that ended up getting confiscated when, in my comatose state, I squashed the tray into the seat in front of me with my knees. I only woke up to the bump of the plane touching down in Chile!
Everyone loaded their stuff into a huge cargo van that was waiting for us and we set off for the mountains in a big greyhound bus, stopping along the way to pick up last minute supplies. Sarah Elliot and I tried to play a game where we said the Spanish name for anything we saw… it didn’t last very long!
The landscape on the drive out of the city reminds me a lot of the desert outside San Diego- small bushes and cactuses. Except here and there were small farms with fields being worked by hand in front the huge looming mountains where we were headed! I’m really happy I don’t feel carsick because the crazy narrow switchbacks were taken pretty fast for a big bus, especially when there are semis coming just as fast in the opposite direction. After a while you could start to feel the pressure on your lungs, as the air gets thinner climbing up to our final destination of 9,500 feet.
Looking back on the road we just traveled
Portillo is a 4 star resort nestled by a lake on the border of Argentina. Compared to the last time I was here 3 years ago, the lack of snow was shocking. The intense Downhill track I was hoping to spend most of my time on has been reduced to a mellow 10 gate course. The snow doesn’t extend to the bottom of the second chair so we have to either skidoo or take a van back up. Our team was hoping to train for three weeks, but the Men’s team has already shortened their camp a week and the Women’s team is exploring our options of trying to go to a ski hill further south.
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The first cold morning |
We are not staying right in the hotel but have our own little hut called the Octagon. The BC Ski Team is on the first floor and the whole American Men’s Team is on the second. It has been really fun having them around, they are all such phenomenal skiers. I feel like I improve just by watching them! Yesterday I was biking in the gym watching World Cup Winning Runs and as I was watching Bode Miller win Beaver Creek, he walked into the gym. I was slightly embarrassed until he stopped to watch and started commentating about the hills and the skiing.
My hangout for the next two weeks |
My ankle is hardly noticeable anymore and isn’t bothering me when I ski. I’m thankful because I would be really regretting having to cancel my West Coast Trail trip if it wasn’t any better. Even though there is limited snow and I won’t get the speed training planned, this camp, however long it is, will still be beneficial, working on much needed technical aspects of skiing.
It is weird to think that I left the Rockies only four days ago and am now skiing in the Andes!
Sunset from my Grandma's house the night I left
What an amazing beautiful world!!!
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
All Good in the Hood
Ski racing demands you to be
flexible with your schedule because it can change at anytime. Weather, snow
conditions, equipment, fatigue or injury can completely alter the plan. The
original idea for August was to do two dryland camps, one in Whistler and the
other in Fernie with a week between training at home. A last minute change
found me back down at Mt. Hood with the BC Ski Team for a nine-day camp instead
of at the gym in Whistler.
This time we were staying right
in Government Camp, a five minute drive from the hill, at the same complex as
both the Ontario and Alberta provincial teams!!! I hadn’t seen some of the
skiers for four months and I didn’t think I was going to be able to see them
again until November. It was fantastic to see everyone and so much fun that we
were all staying close.
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We could no longer ski to the bottom of the first chair but there was still snow!!!! |
The third day on snow I was doing
a GS course and straddled a panel. My right ski caught on the base of the gate
as I fell and twisted my leg around. I took
my first toboggan ride off the glacier and found out I had displaced a small
bone, my fibula, in my ankle (sounds worse than it is!). Another, very annoying
plan changer, but hey, I’m flexible! I ended up being on the ice and elevate
program for the rest of the camp. The solitude while everyone was out skiing
was useful because it a) forced me to start my Athabasca University Introduction
to Psychology course b) gave me the time to start this blog and c) made me that
much more excited to hangout with my friends!
All the provinces got together to
do fun activities like slacklining over the pool, watching the meteor shower and
roasting marshmallows around a bonfire. Our last night we celebrated Randa
Teschner’s birthday with homemade cake and another fire where Randa, Morgan
Megarry, and Logan Thackray played ukuleles to entertain the crowd.

This should be the last I see of
the Oregon volcano until next summer… though you never know! The plan at the
moment is to still go to Fernie mid-month for a dryland camp and then I’m
booked to be on the West Coast Trail the 1st of September. Hopefully
my ankle heals up fast because I was also planning to hike Mt. Cleveland (the
highest mountain in Waterton and Glacier National Parks) while I’m back in the Pincher
Creek area!
The BC Men's Team made an amazing video of them at Hood! Check it out http://vimeo.com/47373854
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