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很有趣的阅读，这是两天的行程，我们只是day hiking，我就只贴第一天的了:
Nordheim - Similkameen Ski Loop by Robin Tivy
February 02, 2013 (2 days) Calculated Length: 26 km
Abstract: A classic loop with easy ridge traverse and beautiful skiing down the Similkameen river.
Difficulty: 2: Easy ski up Telecom road, some trees, easy ski along ridge, one steep section coming off ridge
Participants: Dave Williams, Darlene Anderson, Betsy Waddington, Robin Tivy
Access: From Hope, drive up to Allison Pass, park at the so called "Cambie Creek Parking area". Then ski down edge of road 1 km, to the start of the Telecom road, and ski up that road onto the ridge.
Access Level: 1 = Any Car
This report describes a classic route going up the Allison Pass telecom road, along the ridge to Nordheim Peak, then backtrack and down the north side of the ridge to the Similkameen River and back to Cambie Creek parking area. With an unexpected adventure!
We wanted to do something in Manning Park that was new. In particular, I would like to reach the elusive Norske Peak, which I had been close to on several trips but never quite made. I was thinking of an approach up the Similkameen River, but then though it would be even better to do it via the Telecom road, similar to what Gili Rosenberg did on the first ascent in 2008, see Going for Glory on Norske. The advantage is that we would be up high on Saturday, which had the best weather, rather than Sunday. Except we would come out on the Similkameen, rather than repeat Gili and Piotr's heroic bushwacking direct descent to the highway. Or something like that.
Plans are never exact, but it's nice to have some sort of plan to get inspired. We met in Vancouver at Boundary road at 7:00 AM and drove at 100 km/hour to Hope, then at a moderate speed up to Cambie creek. We briefly considered parking at Allison pass, because there is lots of wide pullouts, but couldn't make a decision, so we decided to start from Cambie creek instead. As we packed, we talked about making sure to not leave anything in the car, as it would be stolen. "I quoted Paul Kubic, who once advised not leaving anything in the car in Manning park, since it was "only 100 km from Chilliwack". (The implication being that Chilliwack had lots of thieves).
Anyway, Darlene started to get worried about leaving her old running shoes in the car, because they had good orthopedics. She also had extra sunglasses. But she decided to leave them. So we all skied out to the Highway and then started going along the plowed snowbank, back to find the Telecom road. We had not gone very far when Darlene suddenly turned around and decided she would go back and get the stuff she was worried about.
So the three remaining of us continued on slowly, determining what route to follow. On one of our short stops, we heard a wailing and howling somewhere behind us, and upon hearing it again, decided it must be Darlene. So Dave and Betsy went back, and I stayed and watched the packs, and studied the GPS map to determine how close we might be to the Telecom road.
After 10 or 15 minutes, I see Dave and Darlene coming toward me. I noticed Darlene didn't have her pack, and I was thinking that something must have happened and Dave was bringing it. Strange. But then they told me the terrible news. Darlene had dumped her pack in the snowbank by the side of the road while she made a quick dash back to the car to get the items she was afraid to lose. And when she came back, her pack was gone!! She saw a couple of footprints in the snow from the road to the indentation where her pack had been. She had lost everything - sleeping bag, tent, wallet, even her coat. She had nothing but her light shirt on.
What to do? We all felt sick. Dave and Betsy had already figured out a plan. I would lend her the car, and she would then drive to Hope to report it, then come back tomorrow to pick us up around 4 or 5 PM. She could come earlier and go for a ski up the Similkameen, or even camp overnight up Fat Dog creek or something. We didn't want to believe her pack was stolen. Perhaps some good Samaritan had seen the pack, and thought something had happened to a hitchhiker. And not known what to think about the ski tracks going right past the pack. So Betsy and Dave gave her some money in case she had to stay in Hope for the evening. Perhaps someone would just take her most valuable stuff like her wallet, money, cell phone, etc. but ditch the rest of the pack.
So the remaining 3 of us continued on, with heavy hearts, because we knew Darlene works hard for not lots of money, and could not afford to lose all her mountaineering stuff.
Anyway, we continued up the highway, and eventually crossed the obvious snow covered road we had not seen from the car, leading to the telecom road. There were some old faint ski tracks. We followed this road a short distance. Dave stopped at a point where the main snow road goes right, and I saw the Telecom road itself going off to the left. Fortunately I had just been studying that part of the road description while waiting.
So now we started up the Telecom road. It was brilliant sunshine on the fresh snow. We soon started having problems with the cold fresh snow clumping on our warm skis. The Telecom road is on a south facing slope, and the snow was melting. No-one could do anything to avoid it. It was awful, and continued all the way up. I soon fell behind Betsy and Dave. Eventually at 1:00 PM I caught up with Betsy and we had lunch. After lunch, we continued, and soon caught Dave. Several times all of us would shop and completely scrap our skis. But soon the problem would be back. We then got onto the bulge on the ridge that has the telecom tower.
Looking up the Telecom road, see the old Telecom tower.
That's all that remains, we didn't see any satellite dish.
Here the road ended, and we went into a dense small forest. The sun was on the trees, and the rain from the melting snow was pouring down in places. And the clumping was worse than ever. I was banging my skis sideways at various trees, to temporarily knock some snow off. Bang, but then wait, because sometimes the tree would send down a shower of wet snow.
Eventually about 1000' higher, we got well into the open, but still the clumping continued. I couldn't keep up, even though I was not breaking any trail. I was counting steps: 30 steps then I'd rest. At the top of Kelly Peak, I took my skins off, but my bare skis continued clumping. I had my modern fat skis this day, but I was wishing I had my thinner lightweight nordic skis, to pick up less snow.
As we proceeded along the ridge, we had several more bumps to go over. For convenience I'll refer to Kelly as the "first bump". Beyond Kelly, I caught up with Betsy and Dave. They asked me if I wanted to go on or camp. I said I could go on a bit more, although one muscle in my upper leg was feeling like it might get strained or something. So on we went. Dave was amazed that I could climb the steepest of hills without skins. Eventually we decided to camp in the col beyond the third bump.
We set up camp. Dave had no tent, so he prepared a snow hole for himself. Over the next couple of hours, we had soup and dinner. It was an incredible sunset.
Sunset with Betsy's old tent in foreground
Dave and Betsy stayed outside for a long time. It got really dark and a thousand stars came out in the moonless sky. It was the brightest star display I had seen in ages in the cold winter night.
Suddenly there was a flicker of a headlight right at camp, and Darlene skis into camp from behind a tree! With her pack. She had gone to Manning Park lodge, cancelled her credit cards, then phoned the police station in Hope. But nobody had heard anything. So she drove my car down to Hope, but the police station was closed, so she had to go to the Chilliwack police station. There she found out that her pack had been turned in by a "good Samaritan". Nothing was stolen. Darlene was impressed with a sign at the police station, which said "no weapons beyond this point". The woman at the police station could hardly lug her pack out it was so heavy, and wondered what Darlene could do with such a heavy pack.
Now that Darlene had her pack, she drove back to Hope and Manning Park at high speed in our faithful Subaru Loyale, revving at 4000 RPM in 4th gear on the highway till she figured out how to put it in 5th gear. She filled up again in Hope, and then up the hill to Cambie Creek. It was just past 4:00 PM. She left a note on the driver's seat of the car telling us her plans, and then set out to follow our tracks. She had lots of extra water, a headlight, and the tent, but no stove (because Dave had the stove).
Well that was certainly good news. So Dave and Darlene put up the other tent, and everybody went to sleep. |
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