It snowed again last night and is once again sunny and clear now. I call this ninja snow.
Here’s a shot similar to yesterday’s showing the terrace out back but with the colder temperatures today it’s looking a little more frosty.
I remember the delight as a child when waking up to discover the world had been blanketed with snow. It was even more magical if it was still snowing and better still if it was the weekend.
Today I got up to see we had received our first notable snowfall of the winter and it is indeed the weekend. However, it’s also already +4ºC which means that the snow is already melting and will turn into a giant slush pit shortly.
Damn snow.
Pic below. Even the hospital helipad is covered.
We had our first snow of the season today, a dusting in most areas, a few cm or more in others. No calamities to report. Still, damn snow.
Today’s hike started around mid-morning and though we didn’t keep accurate track of the time it took approximately three hours in total.
With the destination chosen just minutes before leaving, we headed out to Brothers Creek on the North Shore. Following a hiker’s directions printed off from trailpeak.com we made our way to the entrance, already a fair way up the mountain. With a million dollar home sitting just below where the truck was parked, we headed past a giant sign erected by British Pacific Properties Ltd that essentially said “If you go past this gate and something bad happens to you, you promise never to sue us. If it’s clearly our fault, it’s still your fault. No suing allowed!”
The million dollar home had a thin layer of snow across its luxuriously-appointed patio, so our plans to avoid all snow on hikes seemed less than promising. The weather, on the other hand, was spectacular, with clear skies and temperatures hovering just below freezing.
The trail starts out as an emergency access road and as it continues upward through a number of switchbacks it narrows and becomes more of a regular hiking trail. The walking stick was definitely seeing some use here. The snow was thin and in patches to start and in some spots it was easier to actually walk on it rather than navigate across the icier bits of the path. As we continued to ascend the ratio of snow to exposed ground grew until we were up to our knees and in a few spots even deeper.
It is telling that the first four people we met (all on the way back, as there was not a soul up ahead of us) had snowshoes.
When we reached Brothers Creek itself the snow was piled up on the bridge above the railings. We elected to not continue on the loop that may or may not have taken us back to where the truck was parked and instead chose to take the 1.67 km detour off to a lake up yonder. It was here that we noticed the only real tracks in the snow were from snowshoes. We pressed on, the trail completely covered under deep snow, with only occasional markers on the trees serving as reliable guides. We came to a bridge of sorts. It was difficult to tell what it might have looked like in warmer months but now it was a tall and very narrow snow-covered line, with a cone-shaped hole in the snow leading down to icy water on one side and, well, just plain old icy water on the other. I talked Jeff into going first.
A little farther on we came to a point where it looked like our snowshoeing adventurer had some trouble determining where the trail was. Rather than crossing at the actual bridge over the creek here he had chosen to make his way on a loop along the edge of the creek and then cross through some brambles at a point where the creek narrowed. We spotted the bridge a ways to the southeast. It was very low and nearly obliterated under what was at least two meters of snow. Like the previous snow bridge, this one was very narrow but with the added bonus of not reaching all the way across, necessitating a small jump. Again, I volunteered Jeff to go first. I followed after, opting to use an extended walking stick from him to help complete the last step.
After making our way across the creek we found the snowshoe tracks came to an end. The actual trail, probably 10 meters or so away, was buried under virgin snow. We looked at our snowshoe-less feet and decided to turn back.
On the way back I totally psyched myself on the jump by spending way too much time thinking about it. I eventually made it, as the detour around it was too long. Convenience conquers fear!
We stopped at Lost Lake to have a stand-up lunch (nowhere to sit in those huge drifts of snow). Lost Lake was truly lost — completely buried under a thick blanket of snow. I forgot to take a picture. Oh well.
The return trip had us pass by three couples — a young man and woman with snowshoes, a couple of older men also with snowshoes and a pair of Australians, one of whom was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He asked if there would be any ‘bairs’. We assured him that they were all too smart to come out in all this silly snow like us humans. The final group we met back at the entrance, a young threesome. One woman excitedly asked us if there was much snow up higher. When we replied that there was indeed snow aplenty she seemed positively delighted. Could not have been a local.
While it was a bit disappointing that we couldn’t complete the loop or get to the lake up top, it was still a great hike, with nearly perfect weather, some majestic old growth forest and a beautiful blanket of snow covering it all.
For reference, here’s the bridge at Brother’s Creek as seen in the summer:
And here’s what it looked like when we got to it:
I got up this morning and thought, “Gee, my legs are still pretty sore!” Then I looked out the window and also thought, “Gee, the frost sure looks heavy today.” Then I realized it was not frost, but snow, it was sticking and already piling up.
Damn snow.
The temperature rose enough later to change it from snow to rain and by the time I was homeward-bound in the afternoon most of it was gone, as is usual in these parts. I predict this is the end of the local snow shenanigans this winter. If I’m wrong I promise to take a picture of myself eating a snowball.
And speaking of snowflakes…
After a few instances of being the proverbial boy who cried wolf, Environment Canada correctly forecast the first real dump of snow for Vancouver this month, as it began piling up a few hours ago. It’s expected to get warmer and turn to rain by morning but it looks pretty enough right now. Best of all, no shoveling!
I wonder if this will be the last blast of traditional winter weather. My famous* weather intuition is not getting a clear picture on this. I’m going to guess we’ll see at least one more notable snowfall. In March.
Technically it will still be winter when it happens.
* famous in the sense of “I just made this up now”
There are all kinds of dire predictions going around about what Winter 2010/11 is going to be like in these parts, though I haven’t tracked down specifics. Something along the lines of ‘harsher’, so maybe more storms, colder or something. More colder storms, perhaps. This is according to the farmers’ almanac, squirrels gathering nuts and other proven scientific methods. In any case, my own observations have been that the snow on the mountains arrived earlier this year (in October) and we are getting a dusting of snow here even as I type, which is often not the case for November, so the possibility of More Snow (compared to the almost zero we had 2009/10) seems a distinct possibility.
I will endeavor to take some pictures tomorrow for my own cursing pleasure, but in the meantime:
Damn snow.
Today was my first time running in the snow, though it had only been falling lightly for an hour or so before I started, so it was more a good dusting than anything formidable.
With the temperature a little below freezing I opted for my first 45 minute run and ol’ Lance Armstrong was there to congratulate me for my longest run yet: 7.99 km. Damn, so close. At least reaching 8 km next time should be easy. I also wonder if some stealth update on the nano has removed the congratulatory blurbs from Tiger Woods. I haven’t heard him in awhile. If I remember, he comes on when you put in your fastest time, which is apropos for that sly dog, amirite?
Results:
Total distance: 7.99 km
Average time/km: 5:39/km (slightly better than my 40 minute pace)
Best time/km: 5.00/km
There were no other joggers out but a few people were strolling with their dogs and a couple of kids were doing their best to slide down the hill at the west end of the park with the little snow that had fallen. I saw what I consider the first unofficial sign of winter — some dope in an SUV fishtailing around a corner. The run went rather well, with my second wind kicking in full force around the 30 minute mark and propelling me for the last 15. I think I’m going to try ramping up to a full 60 minutes.
A couple of images below. The first is a strangely dark one from my iPod video camera of China Creek Park just after I finished my run. The sky was actually quite bright.
And the next is after I returned home and asked Tim to capture me in my post-run glow. Naturally Barley insisted on taking part.