Cramped in the City: Condos and Apartments

Bus stop on snowshoes

Life in Peaklessburg where apartment living, bus stops and humidity is the norm; snowshoeing -- rare the exception.

Ordinarily, most of us returning from a day of snowshoeing simply put the rackets in the garage or mud room to dry.  However, for those of us living in a condo or an apartment, we have to be more creative with tending to all of our gear.  In addition, we must grin and bear the consequences.  For instance, our significant others may give us a look of “What’s this?” when they come across a tent set-up randomly in the living room.  What are we supposed to do?  It has to air out somewhere! 

In humid Peaklessburg, we do not usually run into issues with ice and snow.  But this past winter we did.  It was the snowiest season for the region on record.  It snowed more here than in Buffalo!  That meant snowshoeing routes were accessible right outside my door for several weeks. 

Which brings us to a unique conundrum: Where do we lay out gear to dry and clean filthy equipment?  Back to my original example, where do you set the ice-and-snow-flecked Tubbs?  We do not have a garage.  We do not have a mud room.  Some of us in condos and apartments may have a porch that we could use but during this snowy season (others call a snow storm) we could not even open the door (because of the snow).  In the end, the bath tub worked.  The snow pants were hung like a towel over the shower curtain rod. 

For paddlers, the problem may have been the greatest of all, until recently.  Where do we store your canoes and kayaks?  Unless we were willing to have our boats serve double duty by laying Plexiglas over them and serving chips, there were next-to-no solutions for storage within the unit.  However, one company solved the problem by finding a way of putting a quality, recreational kayak in a corner of our closets; Advanced Elements has developed a hybrid foldable kayak that is also inflatable that has received tremendous reviews.  After paddling, simply dry with a towel, deflate and fold it back into its bag about the size of medium piece of luggage. 

Living in a condo or apartment full-time, unlike those of us that have condos at the ski resorts for a week here and there, highlights limitations of the living space juxtaposed on our preferred lifestyle.  Our boats, ice axes, frame packs and tents deserve a garage or shed and occasionally a plot of grass that is ours to spread out and allow the open air and sun to do its work.  But since we are making the compromise of living in the city or suburbia to advance our careers, our hobby of the outdoors sports has to be flexible… like the kayak.

Escaping Peaklessburg Thanks to Our Readers

Back on May 26th, I asked for your help to send my wife I to our favorite hamlet in Vermont — Stowe.  Your votes posted to Trazzler.com for her article on snowshoeing to Trapp Family Lodge’s remote cabin on Luce Hill, put her in second place!  While we did not receive the grand prize, second place awarded a Stowe gift certificate for food and souvenirs that will make travelling all the way from Peaklessburg even more worth it.  Not that we need an excuse. 

Thanks for helping us get away.  We would not have won without you.  We will go and I will share photos and mountain lifestyle stories as promised.  Thanks again for your votes, everyone!

It Called to Him: Crossing the English Channel

When asked why he sought to climb Mount Everest, George Leigh Mallory gave a quick retort and left the room, “Because it is there.”  Whether he intended it that way or not, it has echoed as profound. 

Last week, Jonathan Trappe of North Carolina became the first person to cross the English Channel, not by boat or swimming, but by quiet, gas filled balloons.  In interviews he explains that the channel “called to him.” 

That may not be as unique a statement as uttered by Mallory, but it does get at how we are about adventure today.  Despite that peaks have been climbed, deserts crossed, and oceans navigated, many of us still have the urge to do something adventurous.  Trappe found something old but did it in an original way. 

Trappe did not press the boundaries of aviation technology (though, maybe he did), nor was he the first person to set-foot someplace no one had ever been.  He was motivated by his passion for a romantic kind of flight, and the channel stood out to him. 

Moments like Trappe’s are rare nowadays.  We have to find our own channel to cross and mountains to climb, and celebrate our victories by ourselves.  Though a little originality seems to cross a long way.

Stuck in Peaklessburg: Send Me to Vermont

Nebraska Notch

A view of Nebraska Notch from the cabin up Luce Hill, Trapp Family Lodge, Stowe, Vermont

As people gravitate to metropolitan areas to live and work, building up the population density and putting more of us into parking lots with names like “Interstate 95,” we all need to find an exit to releave the pressure.  Fortunately, my wife recently got to problem-solving by using her freelance writing skills to enter a writing contest on a great new travel website that could send us to our favorite little town in Vermont — Stowe.  She wrote a great, short piece entitled “Observing Saint Patrick’s Day on Snowshoes at Trapp Family Cabin,” on Trazzler.com.  If we get the top pick of votes, we’ll win a three night stay in Stowe! 

I know we all need to get away, but I promise if you help us win, I’ll share photos and have some great outdoor lifestyle stories and materials to share right here.  Go the Trazzler.com and register (very easy for anyone, especially if you are already on FaceBook.)

Voting ends Memorial Day, May 31, 2010.  Thanks in advance for your help!

We Are Not Mountain Bums, Unfortunately

As hikers, backpackers and climbers, we are by nature gutsy.  We voluntarily use our weekends and infrequent vacation breaks to venture into the wilderness where the woods can be creepy and lonely, water-based parasites can infect our bowels and ruin our lives, let alone our trip, where alpine trails are always treacherous at best, and where the possibility of crossing into a bear cub (where is its mama?) or wildlife mad from rabies is a viable risk worth purchasing a good insurance policy over. 

Come to think of it, the case could be made that we are not gutsy, but rather mentally imbalanced.  We choose, after all, the dangers of the world without coffee shops, 24-hour technical support, drive-ins, and HD premium channels.  In fact, we could be diagnosed with something if the fact that we highly value the reward a trip to the outdoors brings through the deprivation from modern conveniences and the enjoyment of time being based on the sun and the seasons rather than a clock and a calendar, not to mention the constant reminder notes on our Blackberries is not weighed. 

Then again, maybe we are just not gutsy enough.  We do not exercise the courage to quit our jobs that benevolently bestow us with two-to-four weeks of vacation in which to play in the hills in exchange for 48 to 50 weeks of hard labor per year.  If you are like me, our families rely on us to earn a living, mow the lawn, and, let’s face it, we like the brand new Subaru Outback we just bought on credit.  As professionals and loyal members of our families, we all deserve gold stars.  As backcountry aficionados, well… most of us have earned the little orange spade award. 

Let’s imagine if we could enjoy our adventures in the backcountry without the chore of going to work nine to five (which seems to be a grossly inaccurate description for people’s work schedules these days), would we be satisfied?  Would we miss the generous salary?  Would our families miss the income?  Would our mortgage companies excuse our frivolous departure from making regular installments, and – dare I even wonder – could we be allowed to keep our new cars?  In the end, unless we obtained some income by serving coffee in the corner shop, or at least sweeping up at an outfitter, our trips to the outdoors would be reduced to a type of vagabond-homelessness. I believe our significant others would never forgive us for that, so I will not be reporting on such an experiment in future posts.  Sorry. 

So instead of casting off the burdens of employment, we accept working in office spaces with or without a view of any kind, and that we will not be mountain bums.  We will go on knowing we will not be mountain guides, leading clients daily into the wilderness and up and down perilous routes.  We will go on working at our computer terminals wishing we were ascending a ridge above tree line instead.  We will go on spending more time thinking about and planning our hikes and climbs than we actually hike and climb.  We will go on acquiring gear for trips we may or may not take and that may or may not be overkill for what the trip truly requires. 

For us, life is far better hiking, backpacking and climbing a little, than not joining in the gutsy, crazy sports at all.

Hike, Ski and have a Fresh Brew at Trapp Family Lodge

Trapp

Trapp Family Lodge

First, turn off the cell phone and don’t bother with the free Wi-Fi. The real pleasure in staying at the Trapp Family Lodge is the escape from the connections of the grind.  For folks like you and I that carry a blackberry daily but would prefer to carry a compass, the combination of the trails on the grounds (including access to Vermont’s Long Trail along Mount Mansfield) and the luxuries of the Lodge can satisfy your outdoor cravings and your family’s creature comforts. 

My wife and I and her family visit the Von Trapp’s resort about twice a year, usually in the summer and again in the winter.  The destination is known for cross country skiing in the winter, and for good reason.  It is well groomed, provides a well-stocked and serviced cabin with hot soup up Roundtop on the far side of the grounds, and it has a very knowledgeable and approachable staff in their Outdoors Center.  Having grown up cross country skiing in the backcountry, and now preferring to snowshoe, there are trails for both that I thoroughly enjoy. For the New Year’s holiday, my wife and I snowshoed up the cabin, enjoyed some hot beef barley and returned in time for tea at the lodge (I actually had coffee and a chocolate chip cookie).  We even enjoyed watching some winter birds foraging along the way.

Last year, in the summer we did a little biking on Trapp’s mountain biking trails, hiked on nearby Mount Mansfield, Vermont’s highest peak, and we also took a tour on the Trapp grounds with naturalist Jan Axtell of Fin and Feather.  Jan is a knowledgeable and gifted teacher.  I plan to hire him for some winter tracking in the hills in the future. 

A nice added benefit – and something I am truly excited about – is that Trapp Family Lodge is about to open its own brewery right on the grounds.  I am looking forward to my next visit and sampling a few pints of Trapp Lager and the rest of the wide selection of craft brews.  The lodge is having a special weekend celebration from April 16-18.  Check it all out at http://www.trappfamily.com/.  Prost! 

One more thing: For a little more appreciation of the place and the family, I suggest reading Maria Augusta Trapp’s book, The Story of the Trapp Family Singers.  It is also better than the movie it inspired.