Friday, October 21, 2011

"Bernard Of Menthon"

I'm back at it again! Time for round two of Genuine Guide Gear's Skigraphiks Contest. This round goes to Backcountry Magazine Editor's Choice 2012 ski in the "Mountaineering" category, the G3 Saint. Congrats to G3 for winning this fantastic award!

Now I shall tell you a little about how I came about my design! I wanted to stray away from the cliche images associated with the term "Saint," cathederals, statues, Renaissance-esque artwork, etc. As I thought about it, I remembered some images I had seen of "Patron Saints of Graphic Design." I thought, well heck, there must be a Patron Saint of Snow, or Skiing or some Saint along those lines. Low and behold I found him! His name was Bernard of Menthon. And through my research about him, turns out he was a pretty awesome feller and most of us don't actually know who he is, but we do  know of him! He will forever be commemorated in the form of a massive, docile, gentle beast of a pup known as the St. Bernard! And thus the idea of my design was simple, straight to the point and off I went! To vote for my design and check out the many other fantastic designs, click here! G3 Skigraphiks Saint
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A summed up version of Saint Bernard, the Patron Saint of Skiers and Alpinists goes a little something like this:

There is a path across the Pennine Alps leading from the valley of Aosta to the Swiss canton of Valais. This pass is constantly covered with snow seven to eight feet deep, and drifts sometimes accumulate to the height of forty feet. Although the pass was extremely dangerous, especially in the springtime on account of avalanches, it was often used by French and German pilgrims on their way to Rome. Bernard of Menthon (Bernard of Montjoux 923-1008) founded a monastery and hospice at the highest point of the pass in the year 962, and the pass came to bear his name. A few years later he established another hospice on the Little St. Bernard Pass, a mountain saddle in the Graian Alps. These hospices were renowned for the generous hospitality extended to all travelers over the Great and Little St. Bernard. Heroic monks accompanied by their well-trained dogs went out in search of victims who might have succumbed to the severity of the weather. They offered food, clothing, and shelter to the unfortunate travelers and took care of the dead.

History shows how Bernard saved the lives of scores of travelers who had fallen victim of avalanche, exposure and other mountain hazards. Bernard was canonized and further honored in the late 1800's when European dog owners renamed the Alpine Mastiff, known for it's endurance and capabilities in high altitude rescue, the Saint Bernard. Today Saint Bernard is known as "The Patron Saint of Skiers and Alpinists."

Monday, October 10, 2011

Looking At You Now, Gives Me The Sneffels!"

Two weeks ago, Sunday, I sat atop my final 14er of 2011, a 14er I had marveled at from afar for years. I can't help but stare at it's dynamic northern face as I drive over Dallas Divide on my way to Telluride. This past weekend, I had another chance to gawk at the mountain I had just sat on top of two weeks prior. I pulled off the highway and stood reminiscing in the freezing temps as little dust flakes of snow blew around me. I couldn't believe how much the mountain had changed in two weeks time. A week prior to climbing, it had snowed quite heavily on the peak, but when I was there it might as well had been a balmy summer day. Its apparent the the high peaks of Colorado don't get to experience certain seasons. Although I was up there the first weekend of fall, fall at 14,150' on Mt. Sneffels doesn't last. Ullr casts his wintery spell, takes hold and doesn't let go till summer.
10.9.11 Mt. Sneffels 14,150'


This weekend, another little get-a-way drive to the Telluride area, was not the typical summer adventure/workout that had been consuming my summer weekends. It turned into more of a relaxing trip to a tiny little town in SW Colorado where my Pops recently purchased a mountain home (his future retirement home). I am lucky kid that gets to stay and play and take care of the place till that day comes some many years from now. The drive to this town I know very well from my travels. I'd go back and forth from Grand Junction to Farmington, NM for the holidays, stopping and skiing at Telluride Mountain Resort along the way. I also had a season pass all through college...which I'll just say, placed me in the area quite frequently =) Though I had been through this tiny little town many times, it is so small that I never found a reason to stop and peruse around (except to grab some crappy snacks at the little Mountain Top gas station). Now I have a home that sits just above the only gas station in town!
The front
The back
Morning looking out from the front deck
Morning looking out from the front deck
From the deck looking West
Well now that I've yammered on about my new mountain home, I'll go back two weeks to September 25, 2011. To that climb to the top of Mt. Sneffels when fall was still fall.
Warming in the morning with the Peace Pit, at the lower parking area
Attempting to bike up to the main trailhead in the early morning light
Time to park the bikes at head on up, up, up!
The gates of hell, to heaven
The first major up
The Wilson Peaks coming into view
From the saddle between the two couloirs
Lizard Head in the distance
Looking up the next big climb from the saddle

Looking back down
At the top of the couloir, looking North
The "V Notch" you have to climb through to get to the top
View looking West, the Blue Lakes below
Looking South at Telluride
Looking back down on Yankee Boy Basin
Oh yes, I planked it on top!
The colors from our drive back down into Ouray