Date: August 26th, 2011
I’m finding it hard to finish off the writing about my flying trip from Vernon home. The basic reason is simple: A week after that trip my friend Stewart crashed his glider on Lady Mac as I watched impotently from 1,000 feet over his head. He would not likely have been there if I hadn’t stated that I was going to walk up, and walked with him when he wanted to go. Stewart’s now recovering, but the starting point for that recovery is a broken neck with currently serious spinal cord issues. The battle back is going to be difficult, but Stewart is nothing if not resourceful mentally and physically, and he has a great family and friends to help. I also have to say a deep thanks to the professionals and hikers who helped Stewart out when he crashed; without them, well, they made all the difference.
So three of the absolute best flights of my life are juxtaposed with horror. My images of the Bugaboos, of landing and sleeping in the alpine meadows south of Revelstoke, of just the idea and joy of a flying adventure are mixed with images of a badly broken friend. I don’t think his accident is my fault, but I do have to wonder about the mental game we all must play with risk sports in order to keep doing them. No one flight is worth what Stewart is going through, so the sum must be worth the risk or we wouldn’t do it. Or are we pretending that the risks aren’t real for us? I’m writing about this topic now and it feels good to write, but it’s not ready for public consumption. My words are too full of contradiction, too full of nothing, too full of circular logic that would stand a pig on its head to fly into the sky. Yeah, my writing makes about as much sense as that image.
I’m also training hard for my assistant rock guide exam, which is a lot of fun thanks to the many people who are allowing me to run around the mountains with them. Climbing is a relatively static world; as I sit in the sun 1,000 feet up a cliff face belaying I feel the dynamic force of the wind, and connect it to the clouds over my head, and hear the whip of the thermals cracking by. I move my hands simply to belay, and hope my friend Stewart gets that experience again soon. The commonplace is only common when you can do it all the time. Today is not only another day, but a day with extreme freedom and ease compared to what so many people in the world are experiencing for no other reason than they were born were they were. Risk, freedom,, movement, life, death, it’s all reflecting back at us every second of every day even if we don’t see it. I intend to be looking at those reflections a lot more in the coming days, really looking at them and not just letting it all slip past.
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Date: August 7th, 2011
I’m back home after flying the final leg of the whole trip. Yesterday was a really intense flight–windy, powerful air, cool terrain, and a flight I’ve dreamed of doing for at least ten years. Boom, the end of an adventure. Today it’s way too windy up high to fly; I had incredibly good luck that yesterday was just on the edge of flyable, just. The screen grab of the Spot tracking page shows the basic line, but it doesn’t show the waiting in the air, analyzing, or the wind…
I’ll post some thoughts, more pictures and a little video (I didn’t shoot much, but some) here as I get time and settle back down, it’s been the best week of flying I’ve ever had. So many good experiences! I know I’ve just had some tremendously good luck with the weather, life and flying. The buzz from this whole trip is going to take a long time to wear off. You don’t get many experiences like this week in life, hell yeah!
The trip would not have been possible without a few key people, including Dough Nitchie in Vernon (thanks for the socks, weather and stoke), Becky Bristow in Revelstoke (it’s good to have friends who will come and get you when you call up on the satellite phone and say, “Help!”), Al Polster and Lisa in Revelstoke (they got me back in the game when I was beaten down, and up the hill), and Frank Kernick and Tracye in Invermere, who again kept the psyche up through a combination of water skiing, a soft bed, and a great attitude. And of course my mom, who I had to call from a cut block to figure out how to get out on her computer’s Google Earth…
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Date: August 5th, 2011
In the last 48 hours I’ve top-landed in the alpine twice, camped high, had a ton of help from friends in Revelstoke and Invermere, and flown the coolest mountain flight I’ve ever had. And sunk out into a cut block, but escaped this time!
I have some wicked photos of flying right through the Bugaboos, a flight I’ve dreamed of for going on 15 years. Never have I flown so deep for so many hours, so stoked! From just south of Revelstoke to Brisco to landing on the beach in Inveremere, where a bunch of friends were having dinner. The Spot log should show the line, I’ll post photos when I get home as all I have is my phone. Today’s weather doesn’t look as good but Swansea launch awaits, want to try and fly home… Fired up!
-sent from my rotten Apple.
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Date: August 3rd, 2011
I’m out, ripped to shreds by the alder and cut block debris but stoked for the last two days… Not sure what the next move is but got a ride to revy and planning tactics. Making this up as I go for sure, great adventure so far. The freedom of going anywhere in the air is great, but I’ve learned some lessons.
edit–I just looked on the Spot tracking page, the satellite photo is NOTHING like reality on the ground! Nothing!! The photo must be from 20 years ago, most of the roads in that photo are no longer visible at all…
Not all cut blocks are launchable. In fact most are barely landable!! Logging roads grow over to the point where they are worse than the bush, even if they show on the gps. BC bush is really fierce. There’s a fine line between vol bivouac and vol bushwhack, and I got well on the vegetation side of it…. I landed high in Plant creek about as deep as you can get in the Monashees, thought I had an ok cut block (logged area) that would be good to launch out of but wound up hanging 6 feet off the ground. Solved that, good thing i had a wrench for links on lines and can climb ok, nice night with morning bear, could not escape my block for hours in the morning. Priorities went from launching to finding a place to launch to just getting out of the valley I was in, epic bush. Totally impossible to move through that logged bush at more than a few hundred meters an hour. Finally called my mom on sat phone (you know it’s bad when u call mom) who found a way out on google earth. Hiked about 10k of bush nasty grown over skidded trail and another 20 of road, got ride (thanks Becky!) to Revy. Happy to be here, developing new plan and solving tech issues with Spot etc
The flight was super fun, walking from the greyhound station in vernon to launch fun, fighting out of bc bush 80k later not so fun but not boring!! Flight conditions were not great, really happy to have flown what I did.
I’m not done yet. Forecast today not so good but I’m destroyed anyhow, see what I can come up with. Will solve Spot issues this morning…
A huge thanks to Doug N. for the help in Vernon!
-sent from my rotten Apple.
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