Showing posts with label Whakapapa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whakapapa. Show all posts

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Mike's snow weekend

It's been a terrible year for Ruapehu, what with everything between no international ski staff, fewer lifts running, lockdowns and distancing, car parking woes, and dismal snowfalls. I thought that this would be the first winter since I was 12 years old that I got zero snow days in. But lucky for me, there was a work snow weekend that I said yes to. I'm so glad I did.

Friday night saw us off promptly at 4pm and straight into a particularly bad Pukerau Bay traffic crawl. But strangely once we were past that we sped along with no holdups whatsoever and made Taihape for dinner, 3/4 of the way there - that's a first for me. We ate at Le Cafe Telephonique which was very pleasantly surprising (The Brown Sugar Cafe sets the Taihape bar pretty high). $20 for a very good chicken burger with heaps of tender yummy chicken meat crammed into it. We all got interesting sauces and condiments with our chips too, not just the standard ketchup or aoli. Will return! Hopefully the new roads coming on stream let us make Taihape every friday night.

Le Cafe Telephonique

Soon enough we were through Ohakune and into Ratehi. For the last drive I could see the unique headlights of a WRX behind me and sure enough Ben and I were driving in convoy. 

The house was very strange with an odd layout, weird extra cavities built in, and an incredibly eclectic set of artwork on every wall.  Including a spooky clown, watching every move in one of the bedrooms.

I was a late ring-in and the 'sleepout' was nowhere to be seen blundering around in the dark. But I didn't try very hard because truth be told, I like my sleeping bag and there was a perfectly good piece of carpet in the corner of the oddly shaped dining room that I made my own. I think my workmates thought this was quite weird, but just like the porch of a tramping hut, I slept better there than I do at home. 

Saturday dawned to clag, drizzle and low expectations. For the first time in about five years I actually tried fitting my snow chains, just in case. The instructions are all in Japanese but there is this handy and hilarious video tutorial on youtube. It was easier than it looks - and the three pictures amongst all the japanese text are actually enough to get them on and off. They're way easier than regular chains.

But our quick 30min drive to Whakapapa was uneventful and easy. Car park system worked seamlessly with zero delay and no need for chains. It was gently snowing when we arrived and we piled out of the car and on to our various tasks - renting gear, getting lessons, down to Happy Valley or up the gondola.

 I'd chosen skis for this weekend; I figured snow would be sparse, terrain would be limited so I'd be riding T-bars, hopping over rocks, walking around and over obstacles and negotiating traffic on lower cat tracks. It wasn't nearly that bad but I think between the T bars, the interminable traversing and the sparseness of lower mountain off-cat-track trails, I'd made the right call. 

Valley T was open so that's where we headed initially. Initially iwith Carlos and Ben, later Liam came down. He really hated T-bars on his board! I rode with him a bit, apart from one '80% success' ride we both did pretty well.

Carlos looking at the not-bad-at-all conditions

Near the end of the day I heard someone call 'Mike!' and there were none other than Anita and Tim from our Nepal trip. It was great catching up with them and fun skiing with them too. We did a few runs together from top of Knoll Ridge T, all the way to the bottom. This seemed to be the run of the mountain with the conditions as they were.

Anita and Tim

The day was really good, coming from low expectations. There's been just enough snow to freshen up the whole mountain, and just as it was getting slushy and wet around 2pm, we got a short snow shower blow through that nicely crisped everything up. Having said that, I didn't find a single black run that was open and/or easy to get to. I could have hiked further out west and picked up some runs out there, and true the Pinnacles with their ice and frozen-in ruts were accessible from Valley T, but conditions didn't inspire me to try. 

The mountain wasn't too crowded so even wading down Rockgarden and Tennants Valley wasn't too bad. Though I picked up collateral damage; a bent pole where I planted straight through the skiff of snow and jammed it between two rocks (I was wondering what was going to give but eventually the pole did after it bent itself into the right shape to release!).    

Yeah, that was a good day

After a really, really good day it was back to Raetihi to freshen up. We were hoping for a local dinner burt pickings were slim. The Raetihi Cossie Club could have been the go but that was about it, all the other cafes were closing up or already closed. We decided to keep going back to Ohakune. 

Demand was reduced but so was supply; it was not straightforward to find somewhere open and with space. Eventually we ended up at The Mountain Rocks bar, a trusty favourite on the main street. Covid complications meant that the owner had to do a lot of rearranging to get us seated and still socially distanced but he did a great job at sorting it. After a few minutes propped at some bar tables a dining table came free and we were ordering and eating.

Lots of meat. Not bad.

This bar does the tried and true thing of furnishing the walls with art for sale. It was eclectic and mostly a bit kitsch I thought. Including a painting of a cow. We talked about that cow a lot. And drank beers. And talked about the cow. By the end of the night we had all decided that she was beautiful, and when Michal pointed out that we only needed $15 each to buy her - the deal was done. 

We left with a cow painting. And a 'prenup' for it. (It will live at work, and the last person still working there gets to keep it when they leave).

Happy new owners
Isn't she beautiful?

This woman is almost as excited about a cow painting as us, read her blog for more


Sunday dawned with me, and everyone else, stiff and sore and tired.  Some of us were hitting the slopes again, others checking out the sights and making a leisurely trip home. We cleaned up and packed up and headed off.

It was a slower start to the day and I shed all the layers I could! Yesterday I'd been far too hot, the trouble is that my ski jacket is also my handbag with all my essentials in all its pockets.

Not as good a day today. The light was flat to whited out, and the snow was initially icy and seemed to go straight to slushy without that nice spring corn conditions in the middle. I rode Knoll Ridge to bottom 2-3 times.

On one run I came across a knot of people in an inconvenient spot on a fast bit of the cat track... and discovered that they were treating an unconscious snowboarder! He was found unconscious and by himself, he must have caught an edge on the fastest bit where you need to hold speed to get up the uphill just past it. By this time he was awake and an ED nurse was sorting him out. So no chance to practice my first aid skills (thank goodness). I headed off and found a snow patroller to get help send down to him.

By 2:30pm I called it.  I was back to Valley T in whiteout, ice and slush and it just wasn't fun anymore.  On my way down for the last time I managed to pre-release hitting the mogully sloppy mashed spud snow on Tennants Valley. Not surprising, they're very old skis so I've got the DINs set quite loose since who knows how the springs are now.  Still, an embarrassing place to fall over because you suddenly discover you're on a monoski.


That was our weekend! It was a tough drive home I found, my windscreen was filthy and my ineffectual washer spray and old wipers couldn't clean it so lots of glare to contend with when it got dark. First job the next day was to scrub down the windscreen inside and out and try to fix the washer jets.

Well, that was a great weekend. With the tribulations of 2020 that was my only two snow days for the whole season - and my low expectations were vastly exceeded. Another bonus was, between the days I did and the buddy pass discounts I gave away, I paid off my seasons pass in that weekend alone which made me pretty happy and convinced me to buy a 2021 pass after all. Roll on 2021 with no pandemic, some foreign staff to run the place, more snow and a nice Ohakune lodge to stay in.  



Monday, October 1, 2018

The weekend with the last ski trip with Momo and Jo

Hi,

Happy birthday to my dad today.  :-)

Not sure I can accurately describe the weekend's fun and emotional content - it was certainly loads of fun.  But emotions are mixed.  Mixed, because we've made good friends with Momo and Jo and all the snow crew.  Especially Mike.  And this was the last ski weekend with Momo and Jo before they leave to go and live in the UK (Jo to return home and Momo to a new, exciting country and a new job in Glasgow).  And happy, because the skiing and company was superb.

Celia and Vanessa were also punters on this trip - and Jason managed to get time off work to come too.  So it was a great mix of people - all friends.

Let's see...  How did it all unfold?

Friday saw Toby coming to my work and us meeting Mike at the carpark next to our work (on Boulcott St) - that was an inspired choice of carpark by Mike.  We got onto the motorway, only to get an update from Celia, ahead of us in the traffic, that an incident at Seaview had snarled the traffic.

Yes, indeed it had.  Mike weaved through motorway exits and found Celia at a park, on the Alicetown side of Hutt Rover.  Celia walked to us over the rail bridge with all her gear to save us negotiating traffic chaos.  She's wonderful!

And - we were off.  Over Paekakariki Hill Road, super easy, and into the night.  Sounds like a Bruce Springsteen song.

We ate at Maccas at Levin (I think I am so over Maccas brekkies now - I choose them whenever we go to Maccas) and continued driving.  Up at the lodge at a decent hour.   Maybe just around 10pm.  Settled into the custodian room and after a few hellos, I tried to sort out Toby's skis with his boots.  He has now got my old skis and his boots are significantly larger than my boots.  While I got them in, Mike realised I did it wrong.  So he googled the front binding adjustment, and ended up taking it off and moving it that way.  Anyway, upshot being:  Toby now has Mike's ski boots and my old skis.  He is set.

Saturday off to a great start!  Twins - Celia and Vanessa

Caught up with Vanessa, Jo, Momo, Melissa, Janine and all the rest.  Everyone was pretty tired after the long day though.  Off to bed.  I slept well and was up pretty early.  Brekkie, and got ready with Celia and Vanessa.  We tackled the ticket queues, and I left Celia and Vanessa to get their ski gear.

I got up early with my First tracks and enjoyed the Valley T without any crowds.  Eventually I joined up with people.  Skied mostly with Celia during the day.  She had a lesson though at 2pm so I skied with others then.  Toby came up in the afternoon and I skied with him all afternoon and had such a good time.

The snow was lovely - the bitter wind from the morning dropped away.  They have 3.2m still and it is glorious conditions.


Happy skier finds clear skies higher up the mountain.

Bye Jo...  Sad face.


Toby skiing with me on the West Chair

Back to the lodge and dinner and party time.  Stew and strudel for tea and then party games.  We played some game a lot like Heads Up.  Everyone put three names of famous people in the hat (real, fictional - didn't matter) and we split into two teams.  We had a minute to pull as many out of the hat in a minute and try to guess what the name was from either a description without using the word, a charade and in the third round, one word.

Our team lost.  But what a fun game!  Thanks for organising that, Jo.  It's hard to come up with a game that is fun and kept 18 people entertained for quite a while.

Hilarity on Saturday evening


We also got a glimpse of our talented members - with a car karaoke session.  Jo, Momo and Melissa doing an "In the Jungle" rendition.  Mimicking the PartyWagon road trips.

The start of daylight savings means we lost an hour sleep.  And getting to bed at 12.30am did not help.  But I was awake by 6.30am and eventually got away with Celia to buy her lift ticket.

We skied together all day.  Such fun.  Gorgeous again, although viz did drop on occasions and made navigation tricky.  Elaine lost the track and thumped into a gully and gave herself a good headache.  Cracked her goggles too.  I hope she is ok.  We were worried about her.  She just disappeared when she was right behind us.  Mike stayed at the lift queue and Celia and I went on the chair to try and spot her.  But as we got up, she walked up out of the gully.  Phew!

Sunday was another great day!

Celia on the chair!

Mike looking mighty fine

Caught up with Jo and Melissa for the last few runs of the day.  Did the Far West T bar and took Celia up there and enjoyed the best runs of the day.

Headed down the home run to the base from there.  And packed into the car, and headed back home.  Toby DJ'd the whole way and didn't do too badly.

What a great weekend.  Such fun.  I can't believe this time next week, Jo will be gone though.  I'll let that sink in.

Thank you to all that organised it.  I had a wonderful time.

Love,
Angela

Monday, August 13, 2018

The weekend with me skiing and Mike recovering

Hi,

Mike had his operation on Friday and I got updates during the day.  He was recovering by 10.30am Friday and by all accounts it had gone well.  I suspect I was stressed, as about 15 minutes after he told me he was ok and out of surgery, i got a migraine.  And I hardly ever get those anymore.  Doh!

My weekend was a different story to Mike's - all go for me.  Road trip.  Skiing.  I dropped Mike at the hospital at 7am and then drove into town with the car and all my ski gear (and others' gear too).  I couldn't park at Clifton Terrace with the roofbox on - I clanged the height restriction sign as I approached and had to back out and figure out another car park to use for the day.  One without a height restriction.  Behind the Beehive on Bowen was it.  $22 later.  Ouch.

Anyway, after sorting out the logistics around meeting the road trip punters, I left work on time at 4pm and walked to the car.  I met Momo there and drove to the Z on Taranki (just down from Toby's school ) to meet Jo, Denny and Melissa.  They were all on time and we squashed in the remaining gear.  Luckily Melissa had decided to rent on the mountain.  Woot!

We were off.  We hit the usual SH1 traffic on the urban motorway and read on the road signs about a traffic incident at Paremata.  So, over Paekakariki Hill Road we went - and possibly not a bad option.  Not sure it saved much time, but given Melissa's exclamation of joy as she saw the view from the top of the hill, it was worth it for that.

Stopped at Bulls for tea.  I had a sandwich from the BP - and it wasn't bad.  We got back on the road and someone suggested listening to a podcast.  The podcast was "My Dad wrote a porno" and it was the funniest thing I have heard in ages.  I had to get them to stop the podcast at one point as I could barely drive.  My eyes were watering and my abs were working hard with all the laughing.   We got up to the lodge lateish.  We got our gear up and realised we also had to get the food up from the storage place with the others in our group.  It didn't take too long, and after Momo's lodge welcome talk, I was ready for bed around midnight.  However, someone was in my bed and had left me the bottom double bunk.  I was supposed to be in a single bunk.  Weird.  Ok.  I didn't mind getting a bigger bed.

Saturday morning

Sunrise looking at Mt Taranaki

Saturday was the best day ever.  Good snow and not a breath of wind.  I skied all day with Jo, Momo, Melissa, Anna and Daniel.  Jo taught me the finer points of queue jumping without actually annoying anymore.  It helps that she is small.  She especially figured out how to cut the first queue at 9am down from a 40 min wait to just 15 mins.  Skills!  As soon as we got up Waterfall, we headed west.  Skied all day out Far West - but the queues were so long.  The longest I spent in a queue was 23 minutes.  Which in the scheme of things, isn't long.  I mean, I have regular work meetings that last far longer than that.  But when the run only takes 3 minutes to do, it is a ratio that is a tad frustrating.  But it is what it is.  Busiest day of the year for them.  And the skiing was just grand.

I didn't take my skis off all day.  Such a good day.  At 3pm we wandered over to the Valley T and there was no queue.  I didn't want the day to end.

And sunset - with drinks on the deck

Sunset

Almost gone!

Sunday was a rinse and repeat.  I have never skied in such primo conditions for two days in a row at Whakapapa.  Amazing.  Makes me think my life pass was a fine idea.

The hard packed icy snow wasn't great on my skis - the new ones don't do ice that well.  They chatter.  I think I need to be super aggressive on ice to make them work - and ice makes me cautious.  Oops.  But, by 10.30am the snow was soft and you could ski anywhere.  And I did.

In the heavy off-piste snow my skis are great.  And I ski much faster.  I think that extra momentum helps me absorb bumps too - I never fell over the entire weekend.  Yet I skied much faster than normal.  I did catch bumps every now and then, but caught my balance as I flew over the bumps and kept going.

Ok.  Maybe this weekend really was my most favourite time skiing.  Except - I say that a lot after my ski days.

Sunday selfie

Where is Melissa?

Lift queue before the hordes also got up here


Something isn't right here.  Lyndsey was staying at the lodge and we finally skied with her Sunday

Jo and Melissa enjoy the day!


As we finished the day (I also didn't want to stop skiing), I walked back to the car (which was down the hill a little ways) in my ski gear.  Jo's feet were killing her, so I took her snowboard too.  She went back to the lodge with Momo.

I walked happily down to the car in my gear, carrying my skis on my shoulder and Jo's board in my other arm.  This random young chap talked to me and said I had a lot of gear and did I do both?  Hahahah.  I said I was carrying it for a friend that had sore feet.  And that I had a great day.  And how was his day.  He said I must have been the strongest person in my group.  And I don't know about that, but he kinda made my day with his throw away comment to a stranger.  So thank you to the unknown young man.

I stashed the gear in the car and switched to my walking boots and went back to the lodge.  Got my bag and came back.  Momo helped get the gear stored in the roofbox (ok - that was tricky.  The gear jammed the mechanism - it needs to be closed and free from anything to close properly).

The drive back was good fun.  More podcast and laughter all the way back.  We were in Wellington just after 8.30pm.  I dropped people off and got home around 9.15pm.  Saw Mike - he looks absolutely fine. But his nose is all snuffly.  Like he has a cold.

He hurts my heart.  I big piece of me wishes I had been home to look after him.  But I am sure he will be fine soon.

The week beckons - here's hoping it is a good one.

Love,
Angela