Sunday, November 20, 2011

sko:p - winter skirts for active girls in cold climates

a scandinavian cure for the cold butt - skhoop

A few years ago I noticed women wearing winter skirts in Anchorage.  Not just for walking around in the cold but for cross country skiing, downhill skiing, hiking, running as well as just walking around town and shopping.  I asked around at a few stores and found out that they were only available on line from skhoop website.  Since I am not in Anchorage that much I forgot about them, until my next visit I saw even more women wearing them.  Being a person that runs cold I was curious if they actually made much of a difference.  So I asked around and the consensus was definitely, I was told that in the extreme cold they helped manage the cold by keeping you an estimated 20 degrees warmer.  


 On my most recent visit to Anchorage it was unusually cold.  Most fortunately I was gifted (actually an early birthday present that I opened because I have to patience) a full length down skirt.  What a huge difference it made in the temps below 20 degrees.  Since I live in the lower 48 where the temps aren't that freezing I traded it in for a mid length down skirt for skiing, running, biking and visiting Alaska.  
The skhoop is originally from Sweden, designed by Sissi Kewenter who - story goes - wanted a warmer solution to getting her mail in her PJ's in cold climates.  In 1999 she started selling the skhoop, which is pronounced S-K-hoop, in northern Europe.  In 2007 she started selling the skirt in Alaska, now you can find the zip up insulated skirt at REI.  At the Skinny Raven in Anchorage I learned that men are starting to wear them for hunting and ice fishing.




Check out:
skhoop
REI
skinny Raven - Anchorage AK

Sunday, November 6, 2011

cyclocross and knee high sock - a fashion statement for some

KNEE HIGHS AT THE OREGON CYCLOCROSS RACES:














Cyclocross Clothing

Clothing is similar to that of road racing. However, since cyclo-cross is a cold-weather sport there is an emphasis toward warmer clothing such as long sleeves, tights, knickers and arm and leg warmers. 
Wikipedia




Knee sock resources:
smartwool

Icebreaker

Saturday, October 15, 2011

I hope your animals are fattening up nicely - Mongolia 2011

12 days in Mongolia
Moon rise in the Gobi Desert

Horse back riding break on the steppe

Camel riding in the Gobi Desert

Ger roof repair at the Three Camel Lodge in the Gobi 

Future house for Richard Gere in an upcoming
movie about Buddism, Gobi desert

Mongolian super highway - pick a lane!

Russian vans in the Gobi Desert

Ulaanbaater - still very much an industrial city

Three Camels ger in the Gobi Desert

bike goat herder in the gobi desert

 modern sheep herders on the steppe
wild horses on the steppe


The beginning of September I set off for Mongolia, nothing too rugged, I was on a tour to see the best of the country.  The twelve days I spent touring around Mongolia barely scratched the surface, this is a country in transition.  In Ulaanbaatar, the capitol, there are building cranes everywhere one looks.  High end housing is displacing the traditional gers (mongolian for yurt) in the outlining hills.  Expensive stores like Louis Vuitton are opening up to cater to the wealthy mining executives and international bankers that are quickly moving in.  I got the impression that Mongolia was a much different place just two years ago and will be entirely different in two more years.


I had signed up for the REI multi sport tour that was actually lead by Nomadic Expeditions.  Our guides were excellent - funny, knowledgeable and very very proud of their country.  Our days were filled with activities ranging from 10 mile hikes, horse back riding and camel riding. The food was surprisingly good, given everything I had heard about it.  There was lots of high speed driving across open lands, the drivers would race each other while we bumped along inside trying to take photos of the beautiful landscape that was flying by.  I feel that I barely scratched the surface of Mongolia and am already planning my next adventure to western Mongolia.


"Perhaps my children will live in stone houses and walled towns - Not I"  Chinggis Khaan




http://www.nomadicexpeditions.com/
http://www.rei.com/adventures/trips/asia/mon.html


Foot note: "I hope your animals are fattening up nicely" is a popular phase to open conversations up with families in the country.



Friday, October 14, 2011

Yoga Pearl Vinyasa Teacher Training with Tiffany Cruikshank


Tiffany and Lulu instructing
Sometimes everything happens at once, I am not complaining, but it is hard to savor the moment when I have to be ready for the next thing in a short time frame.  This is how I started the week long yoga teacher training on Whidbey Island with Tiffany Cruikshank.  I signed up for this teacher training after contemplating it for the past three years and thinking that it would be a healthy focus for me this winter.  Tiffany is an all inspiring woman on many levels and I could use some inspiration.  Plus one of my new years resolutions for 2011 was to do unsupported hand stand - I am still working on that one, but I have a few more months to perfect it.


I was the last of 20 students to arrive at the beautiful and serene Willow Lodge.  My day prior to arrival was packed with activity starting at 6:00 am; pack, drive to Alpenrose Cyclocross race, race, drive to Seattle and drop my dog off (hit major traffic), catch ferry to Whidbey and find lodge.   I walked in about 2 hours later than I expected and was immediately calmed by the lodge and the people around me.  

Surprise - Tiffany has a toy dog.  It was most unexpected and a surprise to have this mini creature running around, jumping on you during practice.  Lulu, the dog was named after Lulu yoga wear, added a level of playfulness, lightness and fun that is often found there in a yoga class.  She helped us not take ourselves too seriously. 

The living quarters were pretty tight, most rooms were 4 to a room with a few exceptions.  Our schedule was intense and very focused. 
  • detox drink, tea
  • 7-9 am vinyasa yoga focusing on a different area of the body 
  • 10-12 anatomy
  • 1-3 pm alignment
  • 4-5 pm adjusting
  • 5-6 pm pranayama & meditation
  • 7-9 pm talks ranging from Chinese medicine to an evening in silence
sun and break time


yoga instruction
The first vinyasa class Tiffany broke the tension by going right into handstand practice and then each person instructing a sun salutation.  Yes, that would be 21 sun salutations in a row with a few variations.  After that exercise we were ready and excited for the week.  As with most of these classes people find themselves there because they are in some transition in their life; divorce, loss of a job, need more creativity and activity in their daily lives.  This experience was no exception there were intense discussions at meals and lots of self inquiry.  Every night I would climb into my top bunk before 9 pm and blissfully pass out.  Except the last night.  The last night was retox - we took our healthy bodies and clean livers and enjoyed some yummy red wine and chocolate.  Delish - but was very strong after the week of purifying ourselves.  I climbed into my bunk and was wired from the chocolate, all of us were.  We chatted and laughed until after midnight giddy as school girls.
RETOX night

BONUS:
Boom back to my life - pick dog up, drive to cross race, race, drive home and relax.  I am still standing and sitting a little taller from the week and missing Karen cooking lovely meals.








Karen, the owner of Prasad, cooked for us the whole week.  She was absolutely amazing.




Check out:

http://www.tiffanyyoga.com
http://prasadcuisine.squarespace.com/
http://www.yogapearl.com

Saturday, July 16, 2011

one year in co-housing


my cute little house
Almost exactly a year to the date I bought my house, I sat in a title company office in Portland signing to sell the very cute little, 575 sqft, house I bought in a co-housing community.  The signing brought my adventure with co-housing to a close.  Last year it seemed like such an elegant solution to live in Portland during the week and in Hood River on the weekends.  By doing that I could avoid my daily commute, but more importantly I could sleep an extra hour in the mornings and not be super rushed to meet the van pool at 5:30 am.  Not having a community in Portland I thought that the four unit co-housing community would be perfect, and in theory it was perfect.  There was a beautiful common area that was landscaped with edible plants and a generous court yard to hangout in, a community BBQ, a bike barn built from recycled materials with a living roof, a cob guest house and weekly Monday night dinners.  It was all very cozy.


entry to co-housing community
What I quickly realized is that community for me is people that know me, I know them and we look out for each other.  After the fall of hanging out in Portland doing things I started going back to Hood River every weekend to do things and to be with people I know, and to be in my house that was more comfortable for me.  The Monday night dinners became a burden instead of something I looked forward to.  The dinners soon became comical as I struggled to make it on time to Portland with excuses that I really couldn’t even let them know because they sounded so made up; I locked myself out of my house and had to climb into my second story window in biking shoes, I got a flat tire and had to have the tire repaired at Les Schwab the same week that everyone was taking the studs off their cars, the best one was having to buy a refrigerator for my rental house at Sears in 15 minutes.  After driving frantically to Portland only to walk in late to another dinner and facing the glares I started thinking this is just not really working for me. 

finn dog at the beach retreat
An annual weekend retreat was something that was planned for the community to get to know each other better and check in with how things were working.  Originally I thought that could be fun, by spring I was beginning to realize that it would not be that much fun.  But I was open to being surprised, but I could feel that I didn’t really belong there, I didn’t have a lot of spare time and I spent most of my free time in Hood River.  Sometimes at the weekly dinners the sesame street song would start playing in my head – which one doesn’t belong?  Needless to say I was feeling a bit awkward at the retreat – my feeling was exacerbated when I was shown where I would be sleeping for the weekend.  It was in a loft area above the living room, up a latter that my dog would not be able to climb.  So while everyone got bedrooms, even the two kids I was on the couch in the living room.  This made me think about what community was for me and what I expected from a community.  Saturday we did a bunch of different activities, during one of these activies/checkins someone told me that they resented my lack of participation in the community.  I replied by saying that I thought at this retreat I would get voted off the island.  After that it was clear to me that I would not be able to meet their expectations of community living nor did I really want to.  I realized that I like my own garden space, I like to figure out when I want to work on the garden, I like the flexibility of my time – when we have the first sunny day all year I want to be able to enjoy it by biking not doing a work party.  My adventure in co-housing came to and end.  I let them know that I would be selling my house, shortly after that I signed up for Monday night short track race series and stopped going to the Monday night dinners.  I was having a lot more fun and felt a burden of responsibility lifted.  I don’t like to fail people but in this case I had over extended myself and felt I was failing all over the place.

Lucky for me once I got a realtor I had an accepted offer on the house 10 days after being listed.  Yesterday I moved out – it was a beautiful sunny day in Portland and I sadly left the house and went back to Hood River.  I will miss the French bakery three blocks way, the great grocery stores close by, the very hip shops on Alberta Street, $3 movies at the Kennedy school, running on Alameda Street, biking through Irvington neighborhood and the excellent restaurant choices.  I will not miss the Monday night dinners and feeling like I am not doing enough.  As I said my silent good bye to my house that never became a home for me and to the community I grab a handful of raspberries and Marion berries growing in the garden area, I left with a sweet taste in my mouth.  Co-housing was not for me, at least not now, but I am glad I tried it.

Monday, July 4, 2011

saying yes to things that scare me

super relax team kit
Tuesday before 4th July weekend I received a text while I was sitting at my desk trying to focus on an abstract land use staff report, it said; “Hey, wanna do a super relax co-ed relay team for six hours on Mt Hood on July 3rd?  I don’t want to do this solo and all my riding buddies are sick of me.  It’s about five 35 minute laps each, 7 miles and about 400 ft elevation per lap.”  Curious, I didn’t recognize the number the text came from.  It can only be one of two people.  I asked a few more questions hoping to figure out who it is, no luck.  In a moment of I should try new things out of my comfort zone, I reply “yes”.    I learn that it is my friend’s husband that asked me to race with him, he has been racing mountain bikes all season and is in great shape.  I on the other hand just bought a mountain bike Memorial day weekend and similar to my skis, it rides better than I do.  My old mountain bike was heavy and most serious riders that saw it commented that it wasn’t really a mountain bike.  This was going to be a big challenge for me – but I want to do new things and there is nothing like a race to make me face and conquer my fear. 

This same thinking got me into short track racing earlier this year – 25-30 minutes of sprinting around obstacles and hills, I am not fast or even a very aggressive rider but it a lot of fun and different from other sports I have done.  With my recent experience of short track racing I thought this mt bike relay would be a fun challenge.

Saturday before the race Jeff and I head up to Ski Bowl to pre-ride the course, my idea, I wanted to know what I got myself into and to be prepared.  That was a mistake!  I was so nervous that everything looked hard and more technical than what I was prepared for.  That night I didn’t sleep, I was so nervous, I didn’t want to let Jeff down and I didn’t want to kill myself.

Early Sunday morning Jeff picked me up and we head off to the race.  I am trying to make casual conversation on the drive and not reveal how scared and nervous I was.  When we get there we set up our staging area, the weather is perfect sunny, not too hot.  We agree Jeff will do the first lap.  The race starts and I sit anxiously waiting for Jeff.  What feels like a long time, but in reality is not very long, I see him coming down the hill, I line up to be tagged.  I was so nervous, I just wanted to get the first lap done with, actually I really just wanted to be moving and not be sitting there waiting and over thinking everything.  Jeff tagged me and I was riding.  I conquered my fear right at the beginning of the first lap, the first and longest down hill I had been so nervous about came quickly.  I picked a line that other bikers had established and followed it all the way down the hill.  After that first decent I was fine, very focused, I wasn’t fast but I did ride almost everything.  Each lap I felt more confident and slightly faster, by the fourth and my final lap I was starting to have fun. 

We didn’t win – but we didn’t come in last either, 10 out of 20 for coed’s.  Thanks Jeff for having the confidence in me to ask me to ride that race with you, I would not have chosen that on my own volition.

Monday, April 4, 2011

ALTA - Women's ski clinic


 Last Sunday I woke up to rain, lots of rain, no sign of clearing up anytime soon.  Lazily I took my dog for a walk picked up my lap top and without out much purpose started looking at the Alta website , the clear blue skies in the photos peaked my interested.  My casual looking on the website led me to the ski clinics.  There were two women’s clinics listed.  How perfect, I need to work on my skills and confidence.  This is my third season skiing and I have never had formal instruction.  This would be perfect to boost my confidence!  I am talking myself into it, looks like a good trip for next year – I looked a bit closer there was a clinic this coming up weekend.  MMMMMM that would be fun and fun is exactly what I need more of in my life.  I sent a quick email inquiring – is there stillroom available” I ask.  Off to yoga I went to try and bring my mind and body back to the present moment. 

Yes – there is still room in the clinic and the snow conditions look excellent.  What was stopping me?  I looked into flights, made a few phone calls, arranged for dog care and I was set to depart Thursday after I finished a big work project – perfect.

Thursday late afternoon I am riding the Alta Shuttle to Alta Lodge with two other women from the west coast also registered for the clinic.  The sky is bright blue, the sun is bright and the air is dry – that alone was worth the trip.  We are all nervous, talking about where we are from, what our ski backgrounds are and what our expectations are for the clinic.  One lady from the bay area had signed up Monday with her husbands’ encouragement.

Never having been to Alta Lodge I did not know what to expect.  It seems to be somewhat of an institution – people come back year after year.  There are varying different room arrangements from a hostel style to a suite with a fireplace.  The lodge looks out at the slopes of Alta and down the valley.  There are no TV s in the rooms to maintain the feeling of a mountain vacation, there is a large TV in the deck room and   Internet service.  The Sitzmark bar in the lodge is rustic with fabulous views of the slopes, a cozy fireplace and is well stocked with traditional games for after skiing or on the days that you get interlodged – when you can’t leave the lodge because of avalanche danger.   My room has two twin beds, a sideways view of the slopes and a bathroom.  Breakfast and dinner are included and have family style seating available. 

I am always early – I think it is because I am restless and have a hard time being idle especially in new surroundings.  As soon as I arrived I immediately got my skis, boots and poles at the Deep Powder House, which is attached to Alta Lodge.  The gear is included in the clinic so we can swap out boots and skis as we want.  I was outfitted with a demo pair of Salomon boots and volkl skis.  My gear at home, the only gear I have skied on in recent memory is AT gear, softer boot and very flexi skis.  I was pretty excited to try new stuff and compare. 

First group meeting the super energetic ski instructors from the Alf Engen ski school introduce themselves; we go around the room and introduce ourselves.  There are three main instructors and 15 instructees with lots of back up support for the groups.  First group dinner was a lot of nervous chatter about why we were here, how many times people had been to Alta, where else have people skied.  It reminded me of prerace nervousness before a marathon or Ironman. 

First ski day – at breakfast Jenn Scott, the lead instructor and lead for the women’s clinic called out our groupings.  Three groups, based on what we had submitted in an email about our skill level and where and how often we skied.  We hit the slopes after a “dryland” discussion and boot demo.  It was very sunny and the temperatures were expected to reach the upper 40’s.  The snow was a bit icy in the morning.  First few runs to get the nerves out and to let the instructors see how we skied.  Then we had a bit of shuffling around – I went to another group where I stayed for the rest of the clinic.  Eva was my instructor, originally from Poland and an environmental scientist by training and her primary job that gave her flexibility to be an Alta instructor and also maintain a professional career.  Our group, after the shuffle, consisted of 4 ladies, me, a lawyer in the army, an economist that worked for the federal government in the office and budget and management (interesting time because the fed’s are still trying to agree on the budget without having to have a shut down) and an anesthesiologist originally from China. 

Together we worked on our skills – pointers belly button, panic button Eva called out to us as we worked our way down steeper and steeper slopes.  Eva was great – very direct, few words, gave us instructions and then immediately said let’s go!  And we would one by one follow her.  She would yell out pointers for us as we made our way down – day one for me was “stand up Jennifer, stand up!” and “where are your hands!”  After the first day of instruction I felt great, very empowered enough to take another run after the lesson was over to work on my skills before yoga. 
Lunch 

Oh, lunch that day.  WOW, it was a picnic for the all guest at Alta Lodge.  Eva lead us up to a tucked away spot that was dug out in a ring of seating.  We were immediately offered – champagne, red wine, white wine, sparkling water or just water.  Amazing cheese spread, olives, and sandwich makings.  It was truly divine – sitting in the dug out enjoying the sun, spectacular view of Mount Baldy, watching skier jumping off cliffs as we sipped champagne and talked about our morning ski adventures. 

Ski day 2 – Breakfast I filled myself up with the lodge’s excellent granola, yogurt and eggs.  Excited to try another pair of skis.  I swapped out the Volkls for Salomons.  The Volkls felt to stiff for me.  At 9:30 our group gathered and we were off.  The weather the second day was the primary conversation topic in the group.  It was expected to be very warm; it had not reached freezing level during the night.  It was windy and a storm was predicted to move in and the temperature was expected to drop from lower 50’s to 18 degrees with an expected “precipitation event”.  We were all hoping the event would be in the form of snow and lots of it.  The day was overcast and windy but the snow was still good and soft, it was a nice relief from the intense sun the day before.  Day two we headed over to a neighboring resort – Snowbird – to check out that terrain. 
Snowbird
Snowbird has a lot of terrain; big bowels and they have snowboarders.  Alta is one of the few ski resorts in the US that does not allow snowboarders.  Alta is a skier’s mountain and attracts a high level of skier.  This was immediately noticed at Snowbird – the skiers were slightly reckless and the snowboarders were all over the place.  But the terrain was massive. 
 
Group dynamics, it is a sticky subject.  Not many people voice their concerns with the group out loud, just whisper among the group.  Group dynamics are always interesting and our group was no exception.  To keep this honest I just have to voice my experience with our group.  Eva, our leader was great she kept challenging us to steeper terrain, variety of snow conditions and keeping our form in check.  Three of us were progressing with each run, excited about our new confidence and wanting to keep expanding it.  One of us was not really evolving, definitely having a good time, but not really progressing in the skill levels.  What this meant for us, as a group is that we ended up waiting a lot – mid slope, bottom of the slope, at the chairlift.  Yesterday I had a head on collision with her and was already giving her a lot of space, her poles were all over the place and her stopping style was not quite perfected.  I know this is hard – if I had stayed in the other group I would have been the weak link or the slow one.  But I am selfish – there I said it!  Unlike a lot of the other women at the clinic that come to Alta yearly and have done this before and will do it again, I consider this clinic to be a great gift to myself and primarily my opportunity to improve my ski skills.  I want to be a good – I am not going for great – but good confident skier.  So I battled with myself all afternoon to remain patient.  Yoga friends of mine would say this experience is happening to me because I need to work on patience, acceptance and above all I am in control of my own experience and not to let this deflect from the really great time I was having.   But it was nagging on me – when we rode up the chairlift and two of us were talking to Eva about going over to this other terrain and Eva replied yes – I want to take you over there but…  I knew we were being limited after that.   So that night I said something to the instructors.

Day 3 – awake early checking the snow conditions, better than predicted, 19 inches of powder and still snowing, a little windy and the visibility varied from moment to moment.  I was thrilled – this is exactly what I was hoping to ski, light Alta powder. Compared to Mt Hood Meadows, where I usually ski, the wind was not an issue.  Nervous and excited at breakfast, the usual conversation of weather and expectations for the day.  Our first run was fabulous deep power, working on our technique but applying it to the new conditions.  We made several runs in “steep and deep” powder – so great!  The group dynamic issue was mitigated by another helper taking her on different runs and meeting up with us at the lift.  All morning we played in the powder working on not falling back, hands in front focusing on breathing through the turns as appose to freaking out at turning in the deep powder.  At lunch we switched instructors Eva was off to DC to work on water quality issues for the State of Utah and we were introduced to Angie.  Angie grew up in Utah and was all smiles and enthusiasm.  We made a run with both Eva and Angie then went on our way with Angie.  In the afternoon Angie showed us these hidden gems of runs through trees for fresh tracks.  It was great!  At one point the sun came out and the snow was glittering like diamonds in the air and on the ground, we could see the basin and our fresh tracks.  Now I can see how people get addicted to this sport.

Our good bye dinner was in the deck room and was filled with talk of the days skiing, everyone had a great time, dinner was all smiles, talk of next year, thanks to the instructors.  Then off to bed exhausted and happy.

Overall I had a great experience with the ski clinic; my skiing improved immensely, my confidence is higher and I loved the pampering at the lodge.  I could have skied harder and longer each day, knowing that my skill level is low but my endurance is high.  But I take away several of Eva’s ski secrets that will serve me well in all my skiing adventures in the future.  I hope to come back next year with my best friend who is in need of some pampering.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Wallowa Alpine Hut trip - McCully Basin 2011

First week of March I found myself driving to Joseph OR for a four day three night back county hut trip in the Wallowas.  Nervous and excited about this adventure that I spontaneously signed up for through Wallowa Alpine Huts http://www.wallowahuts.com.  In mid February in an attempt to fight the winter blues I called CB (owner of Walloawa Alpine Huts) and asked if there were any trips I could go on.  He replied emphatically "Yes! there are two.  One is all couples and one is all men."  I took a breath and replied "I don't think I want to go on the all couples trip". He replied "I don't blame you, I wouldn't go on that one either."  After more discussion about the other trip and learning that there was another woman on it, I signed up.  

This was my second time back country skiing in the Wallowas - the first time was two winters ago and it was my first time ever back country skiing.  I am new to skiing, but I love being outside and climbing around in beautiful landscapes.
Guest Yurt

Thursday morning I met the group I was to be spending four days with and the three guides/cooks.  After a safety check, gear check and a hardy breakfast we were off to shuttle up to the base where we would begin the 4 mile skin up to the yurts.  The base is made up of four yurts; two sleeping yurts that sleep 5 people for guests, one cooking yurt and the guides sleeping quarters and sauna yurt.  After a quick tour of the camp we were off to explore the McCully Basin for the remaining afternoon.  The snow was amazing!  Being new to skiing I don't have all the lingo down to describe it - but it was light, powder and lots of it, lots of untracked powder everywhere you looked.  

 The four days went too quickly.  Every morning after a big breakfast we met at 9:00 am skinned up and ready to hit the basin.  For the two full days we averaged 4,000 vertical feet of descent + climbing.  By the fourth day I was getting tired, my thighs burned on the down hill and my big toe nails were bruised, but wanted to keep going, the sun was out, the conditions were excellent and all that was waiting for me at home, besides my always cheerful dog, was a lot of frustrating reports to work on.  We kept going until 1:00 pm as the conditions were getting warmer and sunscreen was applied multiple times.  Back at the camp area we packed our stuff up and descended the 4 mile trail back to the car.  The drive back to Hood River was a blur of happy muscle fatigue, memories of great snow, yummy meals and a slightly sunburned face.  Definitely going back next year!