All hope had almost been lost for the ski season, with every NZ field scratching
about to put a few flakes together, when in late July the first of three big
storms arrived, depositing a metre of snow on the eastern hills of the South
Island. This was followed at intervals of a week by two almost identical
storms. These produced happy skiers, and nervous residents in the Canterbury
plains, due to flood risk. So three times in three weeks we enjoyed watching a
branch of the Te Moana river running down the road past our house.
So
having done the requisite amount of digging to help get our club skifield going,
and finally got our ski legs, Joan and I headed up and away from the tows last
Thursday to ski Fox Peak. We skinned up the north ridge, going well until near
the top of a shoulder, where powder over an icy crust necessitated carrying the
skis and kicking steps for a while. Then on and up to the summit without
further problems, unless you count fatigue. The run down was great: we
abandoned the ridge for a deep powder gully, and down into the North Basin,
which I had never previously seen as full of snow. Then on and back to rejoin
the skifield.
The quantity of snow about should be good for a few ski
touring trips before the season ends.
Rob
26/8/2012
Monday, 27 August 2012
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