From skis to whiskey: Finding my way at Outdoor Retailer’s Snow Show

From skis to whiskey: Finding my way at Outdoor Retailer’s Snow Show

 

A line of skis from Vokyl is decorated with jungle creature graphics.

Between the top-of-the-line camper vans and bedroom-sized inflatable igloo, just past the bar set up with rows of whiskey shots and around the corner from the skis decorated with cow spots, I huddled on a bench, clutching a bag full of business cards, and hyperventilated over a detailed exhibit hall map of this year’s Outdoor Retailer Snow Show.

I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed as a first-timer at this huge, sensory-overloading affair, where product developers show off their wares, retailers look for goods to stock their shelves, and journalists sniff around for interesting stories. Nearly 30,000 people filed through the doors of the Colorado Convention Center for the show last year, and judging by the crowds, this year’s show should come close to the same attendance.

I’m here for two reasons: To connect with companies that might want me to write gear reviews about their products, and to spread the word about the Arctic Cowboys expedition I’ll be covering this summer.

Austin paddler West Hansen, who led a paddling expedition nearly 5,000 miles down the Amazon River from source to sea in 2012, then followed that up by paddling the Volga River in Russia, plans to lead kayaking expedition through the Northwest Passage in the Arctic this summer. They need sponsors and donors, and could also use a bunch of parkas, tents and sleeping bags on their eight-week traverse.

With so much to look at and take in – from snow boots with soles that flash in neon colors to an array of fat-tired bicycles, backpacks, gloves, hats, snowboards, socks, dehydrated meals, jackets, long underwear and more – my head was spinning by 3 p.m.

Highlights so far?

I met polar explorer John Huston.

Meeting John Huston, a polar explorer who, along with his partner Tyler Fish, skied 475 miles to the northernmost place on the planet in 2009. I told Huston about Hansen, the Austin paddler, in hopes they can share intel about fending off polar bears and dressing for success in frigid temperatures. (Huston had to don a dry suit to swim during part of his journey, and towed an inflatable sled loaded with gear behind him.)

Learning about Parks Project, which sells T-shirts and other soft goods and keeps part of the proceeds for profit and gives the rest to non-profit groups that help support our national parks (including Big Bend National Park.) Hearing about the collaboration between 686, which makes technical apparel, and NASA. Seeing homegrown Texas company Yeti’s display, bustling with interested clients. Watching a ski-making machine in action.

Ogling a whole landscape of CBD products. Seriously, there were so many lotions, oils and capsules that they took up an entire wing of the convention center.

Meeting old friends from the ski industry and other journalists at assorted dinners, happy hours, meetings and parties.

And finally, just taking in the enormity of it all. The show covers three floors, each one bigger than a football field, with a collective 1,000 or so booths to peruse. That’s a lot of turf to cover but I’m doing my best, squeezing in explorations along with talks about everything from

This guy is promoting apparel, including Hawaiian-themed ski parkas, by Snoloha.

One final note. The most prominent theme at this year’s show is sustainability. Over and over, products are showing off their green side. Even show organizers are discouraging the use of single-use plastics. (Participants don’t get plastic holders for their badges, for example, and you won’t find plastic bottles of water here, either. Just filling stations.) Companies are encouraged to join the Climate Action Corps, which is designed to help companies collaborate to measure and reduce their greenhouse gas emissions.

I like that. Especially in an industry that relies so heavily on taking care of our planet.

We’ve got to work together to become more sustainable.

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‘Everest’ makes a chilling – and oddly down-to-earth – opera

‘Everest’ makes a chilling – and oddly down-to-earth – opera

Andrew Bidlack, left, plays mountain guide Rob Hall, and Craig Ver, below, plays Doug Hansen in ‘Everest.” Photo by Erich Schlegel

If you’ve never heard the word “y’all” sung in an opera, or seen an opera starring performers wearing insulated jackets and oxygen masks, you haven’t seen “Everest.”

I caught the Sunday matinee of the one-act opera, which chronicles the 1996 disaster on Mount Everest that claimed eight lives, at the Long Center for the Performing Arts.

The show focuses on three men – Rob Hall (Andrew Bidlack), the guide who led the expedition; Doug Hansen (Craig Verm), one of the climbers who died there; and Beck Weathers, the Houston man who survived the catastrophe. It premiered in Dallas in 2015, features a score by Joby Talbot and libretto (sung in English) written by Gene Scheer.

I love opera, but in a down-to-earth way. I can’t get enough of the pageantry of it, the intricacies of the music and the dramatic story lines. “Everest” – with its love story, doomed and flawed characters, and unique costumes – fills all those pockets in an oddly perfect way.

Kevin Burdette plays Texan Beck Weathers in the Austin Lyric Opera’s production of ‘Everest.” Photo by Erich Schlegel

You might remember the story from Jon Krakauer’s book, “Into Thin Air.” A team of climbers led by Rob Hall aims to summit Mount Everest. Weathers, the Texan who had paid $65,000 to make the trip, suffers vision issues and is left to wait on the side of the trail while Hall and Hansen go on. But Hansen falls ill, and Hall is left to try to save him.

In the operatic version, we get a main character with a Texas accent (“mah” instead of “my”) who hallucinates that he’s at a family barbecue, and dreams he’s seeing his daughter. We get ghosts of people who have died trying to summit the peak. And we get the back story of a man who has suffered profound depression.

The opera premiered in Dallas in 2015, and has since been shown in Chicago and Calgary, among other places.

It’s different, it’s short, and it’ll leave you shivering, but not from the cold.

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Banff Film Festival comes to Austin March 8-9

Banff Film Festival comes to Austin March 8-9

“Surfer Dan,” about a surfer who braves the ice of Lake Superior each winter, will screen on night two of the Austin event. Photo by TK Merrell.

Lace up your hiking boots for two nights of outdoors-themed films that’ll draw Austin’s tent-and-backpack set to the Paramount Theatre on March 8 and 9.

The Banff Mountain Film Festival World Tour, presented by Whole Earth Provision Company, features shorts about travel, culture, environment and adventure around the world.

This year’s lineup includes “Surfer Dan,” a docu-short about a trident-wielding surfer, his beard and hair crusted with ice, who braves a partially frozen Lake Superior to hang 10 in the winter.

Rock climbers will get their fix with “The High Road”; mountain bikers will appreciate “Life of Pie”; kayakers get a turn with “Camel Finds Water”; and skiers can geek out with “Circle the Sun.” The films – 10 the first night and 11 the second – range in length from 3 to 45 minutes each. Each night’s programming is different.

The film festival got its start in Banff, Canada in 1976. The festival in Canada features about 400 films. About two dozen are selected for the traveling show, and this year stops are planned in more than 40 countries.

I make it down for the event every year, along with other Austin outdoor junkies who consider the festival their version of the Academy Awards, minus the gowns and heels. I even love hearing the narrator, whose dramatic booming voice announces the names of the sponsors, which include Banff & Lake Louise Alive, Deuter, Clif Bar, Mountain House, Oboz Footwear, Smartwool, Buff, Sierra Nevada, Kathmandu, Yeti, National Outdoor Leadership School, World Expeditions, Kicking Horse Coffee, Lake Louise and the International Alliance for Mountain Film.

Nina Bishop climbs in a scene from “The High Road,” which will be shown on night one of the Austin festival. Photo by Brett Lowell

The show starts at 6 p.m. Sunday, March 8, and 7 p.m. Monday, March 9. Tickets, which cost about $22 each and are available at www.austintheatre.com, have sold out in past years.

This year is the ninth that proceeds from festival, along with donations from customers at Whole Earth stores during April, will benefit Texas state parks. So far, more than $230,000 has been raised for public programming at the parks.

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Fog, friends, and an unfurling river: Racing the Texas Winter 100K

Fog, friends, and an unfurling river: Racing the Texas Winter 100K

 

Curt Slaten and Pam LeBlanc, bottom left, push into the river after the first portage of the Texas Winter 100K paddling race on Jan. 26, 2020. Patty Geisinger photo

Other than a 25-mile cruise from Austin to Webberville a few weeks ago, I haven’t dipped a paddle in the water since the Texas Water Safari ate me up and spat me out last June.

That changed yesterday, when I raced the Texas Winter 100K, a 62-mile paddle race down the Colorado River from Lady Bird Lake to Fisherman’s Park in Bastrop.

So yeah, I was nervous. Sixty-two miles might sound like nothing after slogging 260 down the San Marcos and Guadalupe rivers during the Safari, but it still meant paddling from dawn to dusk. Also, I’d signed up to race tandem with an old high school friend I’d never raced with before. Who knew how that might turn out.

Our race started at 7 a.m. underneath the Interstate 35 bridge. As we lined up for the takeoff, the sun was just starting to cast orange and purple streaks across the sky. We sprinted down Lady Bird Lake in the half darkness, and lurched out of our boats for the first portage at Longhorn Dam.

One of my favorite parts about this race? The team of volunteers who carry competitors’ boats through the pedestrian tunnel and down to the water. It’s sort of like having five-star butler service in the middle of a backcountry camping trip.

Curt Slaten built the boat we raced in the Texas Winter 100K. Patty Geisinger photo

We pushed our wood strip boat back into the river below the dam, into curling wisps of fog that hovered just over the water. That sight alone was worth the race entry. The rising sun silhouetted paddlers against the haze as they moved rhythmically downstream.

Other highlights? Blue herons, cormorants, egrets and what appeared to be a bald eagle, perched on a tree next to a nest the size of a Volkswagen bug.

We paddled a wood strip canoe built by my race partner, Curt Slaten. I scouted for obstacles from the front, while he steered from the back. Together we eyeballed riffles in the river, trying to decide where the current would carry us most swiftly.

The water flow was lower this year than last, and we grounded out on gravel bars more than once. That meant we had to get out of our boat and slosh through the water, which turned my feet into frozen bricks that didn’t thaw out for about three hours.

Along the way, we passed duck hunters half hidden in reeds on the side of the river. My shoes were nearly sucked off my feet during one muddy portage, and a stiff wind kicked up later in the race, igniting a slew of curse words from our canoe. As we paddled, Curt and I reminisced about our high school days nearly 40 years ago. We got passed by sleek, fast boats, but we passed some boats too. We stopped twice for supplies – peanut butter sandwiches and bananas, delivered by our crack support crew, Mike Drost.

We made it to Fisherman’s Park in Bastrop before dusk, after 10 and a half hours of non-stop paddling. I’m happy with that.

It felt to get back on the river and paddle. Photo by Mike Drost

This morning, I feel like an 18-wheeler ran over me. My back muscles feel like an overstretched rubber band, and I’m having trouble doing anything but lounging on the couch.

But the race gave me my canoe legs back. It reminded me why I’m drawn to the river in the first place – to spy on the critters that live there, to feel the water on my skin, and to ride a ribbon of liquid to wherever it’ll take me.

 

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In the Swiss Alps, take time to walk from village to village

In the Swiss Alps, take time to walk from village to village

Every tree branch and blade of grass was encrusted in ice. Pam LeBlanc photo

With this week’s cheese, butter and chocolate consumption off the charts, I needed to hike.

Fortunately, that’s easy to do in Switzerland, where you can explore the countryside via a network of well-marked gravel pathways.

Ice crystals formed on every surface. Pam LeBlanc photo

I squeezed in two hikes my last full day in Gstaad, starting with a chilly walk along a twisting river in Lauenen, where cows outnumber humans and an overnight storm had put a delicate crust of diamonds on every twig and blade of grass. When the sun broke over the mountains, the entire forest shimmered.

I passed frozen stacks of hay, shaped just like the ones Van Gogh famously painted, and crossed a narrow wooden bridge over a half-frozen stream. My walk felt like a tour inside a glass-blowers factory.

The Swiss make the best hot chocolate! Pam LeBlanc photo

After an hour, my fingers turned to popsicles, so I stopped in the coffeeshop at the Hotel Alpenland, where I ordered hot chocolate. You can get two kinds here – the classic type, made with dark chocolate, or a maltier version called Ovomaltine. I opted for the darker stuff, which came in a ceramic mug with a small cinnamon cookie and a sifting of grated chocolate.

In the afternoon, after the other journalists in my group had departed, I hitched a ride to Schonried, a 20-minute drive from Gstaad. From there, I followed the “wanderweg” signs (I love the Swiss term for hiking). Even though it had snowed a day earlier, the trails had been cleared, another indication of that perpetual Swiss tidiness.

I struck out for Gstaad.

I soaked up this view while hiking around Gstaad. Pam LeBlanc photo

My route began with a dip alongside a ski lift that was busily whisking skiers up a nearby slope. I shivered a little, as snowflakes stacked up on my knit cap. I stopped to snap pictures, then followed the gravel path as it swung around a corner and headed into the farmland. I clomped past farmhouses and the occasional bed and breakfast, inspected some pumpkin-sized cowbells hanging from a barn, admired fields frosted in white, and followed the trail as it led me across a ridge with views of old chalets and hillside villages.

At one spot, I discovered a wooden cabinet holding an array of milk and cheeses for sale. What a concept – just pop your money in the cash box, using the honor system instead of a credit card, and help yourself to a snack.

Many farmers sell cheese from self-service boxes in the countryside. Pam LeBlanc photo

At one point, the trail forked, with signs pointing in opposite directions, both labeled Gstaad. I stood perplexed for a few minutes, until a farmer pushing a cart magically appeared and asked if I needed help. (The people here seem to pop up just when you need them, eager to offer assistance.) I told him I didn’t know which trail to take, and he directed me toward a snow-covered route marked by poles. That, he pronounced, would take me to Gstaad Palace, where stars including Richard Burton, Grace Kelly and Elizabeth Taylor have all stayed.

Perfect. I stuck my tongue out to catch a few snowflakes, descended into the village, passing the palace’s striking turrets, and found my way back to Park Gstaad, my temporary home away from home, in an hour and a half.

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