February 9th, 2026

Skaha climbing0

Ryan and I just got home from an 11-day road trip to Penticton, B.C. where we climbing on the popular Skaha bluffs.  On our way down we picked up some friends (Gary and Brianne) from Calgary and then the 4 of us had 5 days to climb in this mecca.  The trip down was a little hairy as Ryan and I were forced to pull over to the side the of the road and spend the night in the car in a blizzard just outside of Watson Lake, but it worked for the best.  In the morning it was clear and beautiful and we drove a couple of hours to the Liard Hotsprings were we made some coffee and breakfast while soaking in the gorgeous natural pools.  Because arrived at 6 am on a weekday, we had it to ourselves and it was like our own private getaway.  It was really cool to walk down the boardwalk with snow piled up on either side (whatever you do, don’t step off the boardwalk or you’ll never get out) and there was fresh snow on the trees and beautiful sun on the mountains around us.  That day we made it as far as Jasper when ANOTHER snowstorm forced us to find a hotel for the night. After finally making it to Calgary we bought a roof rack (Gary and Bri need to look up the definition of “pack light”), bought new tires for the car (apparently we almost died), and then took off to BC.
Penticton is a smallish summer tourist town famous for its lakes and vineyards locatedin the Okanagan.  The waterfront streets are lined with motel after motel charging exorbitant rates waiting for the summer tourists who will pay it.  I can’t imagine the city in the summer: it would be so congested and so hot…We find a sleezy motel though that was still charging off-season rates and set up of camp for the week (the campground wanted $50/night!…for an extra 20 we took the motel).
The Skaha bluffs however are just a 10 minute drive out of town and overlook the 2 lakes. The scenery was fantastic and weather, once again, just perfect.  It was ideal for us because were climbing mid-week when there was no one else around and essentially had the place to ourselves.  I mean, by Yukon standards it was crowded (meaning we actually saw someone else somewhere in the crag) but compared the normal capacity of the mountain, it was deserted.  We explored the crags for 5 days using a really horribly put together guide book and managed to figure out a few good places to climb.  We also chatted with some other climbers out there and shared favourite routes and made recommendations to each other. We were so fortunate with the weather and glad to get out of the on Friday, as the holiday weekend was expecting 200 cars a day in the tiny little parking lot. It was insanely full of people on Friday and somewhat like a climbing gym with people lined up for every route.  We got in, did what we wanted to do, and got out quickly. We had been climbing for the whole week already and were pretty tired.

On the Friday night we drove north to Logan Lake where Gary’s parents live in the summer. They prepared a fantastic Easter dinner for us and were so excited to have both Gary and her sister home for Easter for a change.   They fed us until we exploded and we rolled into bed that night full of potatoes, broccoli, moose roast, homemade bread, and lots of alcohol.  The next day we got a late start (after another HUGE breakfast) and drove north to Fort Nelson.  The weather home was a bit better though there was some conflict on music choices, but we made it home safe and sound with one day left to spare.  Just long enough to clean out our basement that flooded with melt water while we were gone.

As usual, pics are available from this link.

Cross-country ski trip0

At the end of March I joined this semester ACES class on a 4-day cross country ski trip down the Annie Lake road.  It was approaching spring at least so the temperatures were supposed to be a little more bearable that regular winter camping in Yukon. As it was, the weather was beautiful and the warmth from the sun just perfect.  There was a wind during the day that kept things a little chilly but that didn’t stop the students from laying out on their gear at camp and sun tanning.

The first night we stayed in tents after skiing in to the site.  The snow was so deep that you couldn’t walk anywhere without snowshoes and all of the tents sites, “bathroom areas”, parking lot of pulks, and fire pit were connected by a series of knee deep trails that could only be walked on with snowshoes. Step off the trails and you’d flounder around like you were drowning on dry land.   We had to dig a fire pit out so that we could cook and hangout without having snowshoes on.

That night the temp dropped to 20 below and I was worried about being cold, but I think the vigorous night ski that Mr. Bell dragged us on just before got the blood flowing enough for me to make it through the night.  I’m so proud of my little sleeping bag!

The next day we skied another 10 km up the trail to a set of cabins and outbuildings owned by the Department of Education.  The two sleeping cabins had long Swiss style bunks at the back with a powerful little wood stove that got the place…dare I say it, almost too hot!  The only problem being that the stoves did not do “simmer” very well and I had to get up several times during the night to add wood as they would burn out quickly.  The camp also came with a handy little sauna of which the students took advantage for the two nights we were there.  Here too, we needed to pack down trails with snowshoes and let them cinter before we could walk around anywhere but it was a cozy place with mountains all around us.  The students spent the afternoon suntanning and completing their schoolwork while I relaxed with a book and a tasty bag of GORP.

On the third we took a day hike up the mountain at the end of the road following a snowmobile trail, probably used for hunting mostly.  Once at the top we were nearly above the clouds and enjoyed a quick bite to eat before hurring out of the cold wind.  Most students had forgotten sunscreen as well and were crisping up with the intense solar reflection off the snow.  But now the best part started: we rode our pulks back down the trail all the way to the bottom!  The trails was at such a perfect pitch that you didn’t really have to worry about sliding out of control or going off the trail because the deep snow mobile track kept you in line.   It was so much to just sit back and slide down the mountain as though I was being pulled by dogsled or sitting in a boat.  I just sat there and crossed my feet and looked out the mountains around me.

The last day we skied 20 km back down the road to the cars.  The students were eager to get home and I was getting excited about a 10 day climbing trip coming up. After a quick shower and re-pack Ryan and I hopped in the car for a long long long drive to warmer weather.

See pics of winter camping at this link.

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